I write poems that will grab you by the collar and then toss you to the ground. Sorry about that.
Mark 'A' for rhyme as hearing
into something you
can read
...
He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
...
Halfway through the pane of glass,
still making gaslight eyes at Maud
Gonne,
a leer crawled across your face.
...
She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.
I fumbled with my wooden
...