vince gullaci Poems

Tin eared
wombats
would rather rut
into the ground
...

What will
set me free
will my brain
straight jacketed
...

The snake hipped
skivvy wearing
little poseur
carrying a thin volume
...

Kisses
as soft
as a butterfly
landing
...

You can get me
to plead guilty
to the most heinous
crimes
...

My mind
is so busy
fighting
old ghosts
...

The dream
of small things
filled the world
with mirth
...

I must fess up
to my ignorance
but I thought
Haiku
...

What's not to like
about waking up
don't tell me
it's better
...