Poems

Poem

He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.
He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.
His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.

Poem

 

Thinker to Jace

If I'm not reciting a poem,

my tongue won't let me talk,

I can only bark.

But barking can't say much,