Poems from joestronge
The student outside the summer school
Her bhava could she know said either me or you now must certainly
Go dead Don't ask me how i swear in...
Handsome truly good
The High School for Genious
Peter Cooper's Union
Invited him
Modal logic at Stanford
And the JD
His graciious life...
My cat has got
To call from
Outside
He is cognizant of
The pitbulls
Inside
I was the child
Watching eyes
Watch me home
Across Shoreview...
Poetics is the impossible
Socrates oh her
Bitch so vain rather die
Than be wrong