Of Hungry Pockets Poem by Warren Falcon

Of Hungry Pockets



For Frederique


Nothing to lose, this rag of selves.

With what glory remains of hungry pockets

I skip forward singing, La La La, a willful

don, a lord of nothing-much, poems a'pocket

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Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA
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