The Rat Squeaks

I can’t say I write the kind of poetry That I’d like to be known for, But it’s all such poems as I might read And might enjoy if they were...

I wonder where all my past readers have gone? I don't check my Site Meters very scrupulously or spend much time at decoding them, but ...

What good does it do to be this way When we know how little good it has ever done, Whether on graveled streets or paved, Whether on the w...

I feel so tired, I feel like I’m struggling with the whole world. I probably am. I have always been uncooperative, Single-minded, stubbo...

I don’t know what kind of gun Or guilt you’d bring to bear If you came here for a long-delayed revenge or If instead you departed where yo...

Ann was both mystical and star struck, But she studied at a physical science on the side To keep her feet firm on the ground While she se...

I can’t get my hat on right in a hurry (Not one of the six or seven that I own) Or button my shirt up straight without delay Or remember w...

Raskolnikov sits on the toilet and thinks, “Nobody sees me here. But if I was the Invisible man full time, would I then lose all restrain...

All men strive for beauty through definition As women strive for definition through their beauty; In women’s forms and faces Men see it an...

He was as crazy as a rat, And he mistook the feeling for love As if the couplings of nature's beasts only—not ours— Are set by heedl...