Knuckles At Dawn

  Knuckles At Dawn   I just sat down Am I writing a poem? No, I’m ordering a pizza   Find the coupons Squint over the choice of toppings Wipe the tears from everything’s head   Until I’m not ordering a pizza anymore It was never a pizza I was looking for I never really …

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Night Cocks

  Night Cocks   is that Bob Segar in your pants or is the fading tide undecided to see you?   I thought to myself before shouting Dawn just broke, so I guess we can stop rockin’   because she used to love that Whispers song too