There is a Place for Poetry

“Inside Out, Outside In”

Poems are places,
In your heart, maybe,
In your head, probably
In your penis too, man.
We’re always using them
To drive our point home.

“Enjoying Misdirection, Before it Kills”

Places are maps,
In your heart, maybe,
In your head, probably
In your glove-box too, girl.
The mess that we drew
Is about to get us lost.