Poems from Bcockrell
He pushes and he pushes and he pushes to convince you to do this one little thing for me oh it won’t take long it’s so easy and painless...
Small but poisonous,
Black but rimmed with green
Envy and red
Rage,
Darts are thrown with
Deadly accuracy
They pinpoint their target,...
The little boy dreams of
meeting the moon, exploring the earth, and befriending a baboon
The old man smiles at him and dreams of
Past...