6/17/18 1:12AM
I have hung so many things
on hooks in the woods
first of all
my hammock
and it’s creaking
shroud
and dowdily I anguished
geriatricly
with cloven hooves abound
and devilish
cooks with
pies and a look
but the most groove
some would say
is found hangin on
hooks in the woods
are the morbid sounds
of scotch going down
the fool’s sinatra’s
heart
the color blue
and all it knew
was a shunt to release some
farts