Is it Raining

Hmm, it smells like cabbages,

Taste it, is it wet,

Does it, remind you,

Of mint, cigarettes,

In the rain, drenched hair,

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

The city streets, piss in the air,

Up the passage way,

A palace, a bed,

A flood.

Gentle Slope

Maybe I'll figure it out, when I'm sober,

All I do, is get baked and write poems,

And I see, a lot of beautiful girls,

I'm half turned on, almost all day,

I can’t bottle it up, so I write it out,

Just dreams, if only, I wasn’t human,

I do, act like a mountain cock,

Its all about the pecking, I'm going,

To strike here, and I make honking,

Sounds, with my mouth, trained,

In the way, of big-breasted,

Canadian, goose, territory,

Nipples, if, you see,

The dragon claw, its,

Already over.