His Last Job

I last saw
My friend Paul
The hit man
On Broadway
Wavering drunk
Open shirted
Cursing low
To himself
Working on his latest job
Killing a no good punk
himself

Barbara’s Double Scoop

First poor Barbara
Lost her Sid
To cancer
In spring
Now in July
Poor Barbara’s double nut
Is dripping faster
Then she can lick
I watch
As poor Barbara loses
Yet
Another love
To time
Gravity
Earth