Warren Falcon Poems
Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.
I, Minimus, Decry -
I pose you you're question:
shall you uncover honey / where maggots are?
- Charles Olson
the intruder, as he was not - Robert Creeley
Sooner or later everybody's kingdom must end
...And if my hands are stained forever