Tipping Dominos

Losing morning after morning,

hermetically sealed inside a

windowed room 

crowded 

with ten foot wooden ladders

he rants his Poet-ness

atop a 

plastic footstool.

B.F.M.

Labradorish

I was distant,
an unknown black
wandering shaggy
Labradorish hunter
hunting water & rabbit.

You'd need binoculars
to know me, to pet me
from afar.


B.F.M.