The Little Letter F

 

dickey betts

ain't no frank

zappa

 

nor is the guy

that could pass

for him

 

in the beer

line spit-

shining

 

his dirty

green

tattoo.

 

 

 

Void

 

no school really. “they walk, but they're not there.” that's what

i told mrs. burke 8th period. she said, “what?” and i said,

“no one seems to be home.” then a little voice from the hall

said, “hey, your the poet guy.” but when i opened my mouth

nothing came out, and come 9th period, when my passion

for the symbol was at an all day high, no one noticed my presence,

and continued to laugh at the skinny kid's black eye.

 

2/12/03