Poem entitled 'i like to leave the coffee in the filter for smell'

Dad and me

Dad and me

Dad w/ polio leg

Dad Smelling gasoline

Sweat gas can

Prime it

Pump it

Twist it with/ needle nose

Dig up the roots, them weeds

Twist it with your hands and yank yankee

Feriera days

No feast observed

M0n-fri

Then, than that, give

And lose and lose again. Loser.