All Comments on 'The Practice of Unsafe Sects'

I’m so low on ammo,

I dream of the

Balsam of the Month Club

as I sleep

under a disc brake sky.

This poem is mentioned in New Poems Reviews. C.o.S.

Nobody writes 'en like do you, Bill. Not even I.

A great comment of the teeming insanity of modern life...

here, and you gave me all this to work with ?

LOL, on a serious note, my how things have

changed. What we use to have to rent a u-haul to

carry, can now be carried in your front pocket.

NO... not genitals, LOL. I know what you were thinking,

I love the smile in you !

with love & peaches-

sGp