Poem 9 in the 90 poem series, The Agony Poems.

Beautifully tan business man
I will kiss you when I can
I will tender under
I will sunder

Hay rides on beautiful hands
Froth whistles I cannot control
Beautifully tan business hands
Are falling down a hole.

The Agony Poems 9/90

Poem 1 in the 90 poem series, The Agony Poems.

There are divots in the frog
Dimples
The frog is falling down a well.

The Agony Poems 1/90

Poem 3 in the 90 poem series, The Agony Poems.

A lark of honey nettle bloomed
under your milky eye this morning
I plucked it and sucked it before you awoke
The taste was bitter chocolate in a child's mouth
I broke your bones to wake you

I tried to see the sunrise
but only saw the window and heard you yell
The frog is falling down a well.

The Agony Poems 3/90

Poem 6 in the 90 poem series, The Agony Poems.

Fair is brutal, unfair is fair
Fairly a fairy with bluish-brown hair
Stripping her wings her won'ts her where
With all the world so terribly there
Short tooth, shot tot
I shit you not
A child can magically die
Why can't I?
The frog is falling down a well.

The Agony Poems 6/90

Poem 2 in the 90 poem series, The Agony Poems.

epiphany epiphany epiphany epiphany
discovery discovery discovery
poop drool spit shit
The frog has fallen down the pit.

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