Larry Boodry Poems

It is a neighborhood of
old men, and little girls
whose fathers sit with
capped golden smiles and
...

He rests among the gravestones this Friday morning bright -
He'd been so young to have died that way,
Hit by a van that final Tuesday night.
...

Wailing sirens
shatter the quiet
darkness of pre-dawn,
cries of 'Fire! '
...

(To the tune of Steve Wariner's 'If I Didn't Love You')

I could be fried in the big chair
A bloody glove in the grass
...