I have more fun with the titles than the poems

[the mingo]

my fluid dynamic
didn't cost me a thing
but the ice in greenland
is melting away
time to dust off the gravel
behind the eye sockets - the mind
poetry is mytho-erotic
every bit
with those twanging guitars
sounding up & down the shadowed alleys
ghost mexicans hanging out
in the spaces between words
so you never forget
or go homeless
forests exist because
trees like to talk to each other
& the rest of us we have names
like real rock in a
universe of roll

[WIREMAN]

Ball grabbing titles
Attention, attuned, embroiled
Like a lobsters hiss
Floating above the singe
Ultimate short form
Bound in mysterioso
Taken umpteen ways
Notice, the giving of
Plastered like a wanted poster
Words that convey its all

[mtmynd]

i've come from behind
to lead a pack of one
while the dust settles
i hibernate in the sun
seeking the polar opposites
unchained by lox and bagels
enough to feed a small army
unarmed but fat and sassy
drop and dash touch the sea
ain't nobody lost and woe is me...

[saw]

the way we name things is important
and should be creative and fun, not
a throwaway afterthought....a work
of art the same as the lines delivered
the roll in the rock, the trees without names
that stand shoulder to shoulder

" and your head is spinning
from a loud guitar..."..........the low Spark of high Heeled Boys

like this one a lot

[the mingo]

Thx, saw

[the mingo]

Wireman, Cecil - thx for reading