Westport Willie's Progeny

 






                      yelloweyed and crawlycoated

                      endeavor yet again to schnorr

                      me into street charity, parting

                      with my looser change (already

                      not so much spare as emaciated)
 



 

         why they keep on approaching

         is beyond my guessability

         I'd have thought they'd have thought

         me far too anal-retentive-looking

         to be their fortune's fountainhead.
 

Originally published in The Cacanadadada Review
(Port Angeles, WA:
The Cacanadadada Review)
Vol. 2, No. 1, Spring 1991

Copyright 1991, 2004  by P. S. Ehrlich

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