Jim McDonald Poems
|1.||Tuesday Morning Haiku||6/12/2004|
|2.||Other Ways I Can Love You||11/11/2008|
|6.||November, Early Morning||1/27/2009|
Comments about Jim McDonald
I walk every day under your heavy skies
the grey lid that covers your people.
I walk your filthy streets and step past
chicken bones dog excrement vomit urine stains
cigarette ends empty Stella cans pizza boxes
all discarded by your selfish people
who treat your crumbling streets with contempt.
your pall of brown smog covers me
yet your cars get bigger
minds of the drivers smaller
what have you left to offer?
You welcome the poor and treat them like animals
you revel in your insular cockney ...