Category Archives: Poetry

My beard and yours
Keeping our scores
Wasn't part of the plan
Yet it folds up in the hand

Stroking it absently
Days turn it to fur
Growing up casually
Until my jaw's just a blur

When will I take
The knives stacked so neat
And give it a rake
To reveal my face meat

Grossly it bleeds
No matter how neat the stroke
So bring on the weeds
I'm no professional bloke