My future poetry collection begins here

I’m thinking of assembling the poems that I have written over the years into a collection that my agent can then sell for millions of dollars because poetry is super popular and exceptionally profitable and super sexy. Sounds good.  Right?

As I begin the process, I thought I’d post a few of the poems here to see what my readers think.

Here’s the first. A short and silly one with a title that has changed about a dozen times since I first wrote it.



On the Nature of Modern Day Hieroglyphics

A little boy in brown corduroy

couldn’t read the sign.

He pushed the door, fainted to the floor,

startled by a lady’s behind.

ladies room