Monday, February 23, 2009

John Raven (1936-)

An Inconvenience

Mama,
papa,
and us
10 kids
lived in
a single room.
Once, when I
got sick
and like to die
I heard a cry
slice through the gloom
"Hotdog!
We gon have
mo room!"

The Roach

A roach
came struttin
across my bedroom
floor,
like it was beyond
reproach,
or was
some sexy-lookin
whore,
and if I hadn't
snuffed it,
left it
alive,
I know it would've
come right up
and gave me
five!

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