vince gullaci Poems

The possum
is riding
my son's bike
by the soft glow
...

Soon
we'll all be
forgotten
and our bodies
...

Nothing worthwhile
measures in dollars
what tilts the scales
is sense
...

A poet
of nothing
an inward eye
of microscopic intensity
...

There's nothing
to be gained
sifting over old ground
of who's the winner
...

Sprinkle
the world
with bulldust
and watch it
...

Keep my trap
shut
don't complain
or explain
...

Regret
at leisure
what I didn't treasure
and why my tears
...

Male mealybugs
are insects that fly
don't eat
service the females
...

No
Getting of
On the cheap
The tally
...