dead & buried – lost poems from a blue suitcase I

by Owsley Beck

although it seems cinema-tastic
naive weak
sugar is what love

lost are the grain elevators
morgan le fey
lancelot is sick passé cliché

my woman left me
for a pack of smokes
and a younger man

as small as this piece of paper is
i’d let it all just slide by

yes ma’am
i’d pick fights
i’d be wicked.