Kerouac called them. "Pomes". I used to write a lot of pomes. Not so much anymore. I should get back to it.
James Robert Smith
Floating the Sea of Life
a multitude of injured right wing morons
whining butt-hurt liberals
in my wake.
I am amused. And know
that I am doing something the way
it should be done.
|Bob on Fuchthalottayu Creek. (With paddle.)|