vince gullaci Poems

I can't let those
enjoying
a good laugh
at my poems
...

It must have been
a Freudian click
instead of home
I clicked for Google
...

There's no truth
in degree of lies
but a varying strength
of manure
...

Something grand
on a scale
yet to be conceived
reaching to the stars
...

The slow turn
the burn
on my memory
the devil
...

Going to the pub
for surf and turf
don't know
what it is
...

Took my poems
bat and balled
no one noticed
the blank spaces
...

The Elysium Field
awaits us
assails the senses
with smell
...

The maggot
bored
into my thigh
and flew
...

Come to my home
with evil eyes
and malicious
intent
...