Milwaukee

I met a guy called Duck,
and some ducks called 
Joey, Johnny, Dee Dee and Tommy.

They lead enviable lives.
Plenty of time and space
to goof off with pals
and all kinds of
good trash to eat.

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Hey hey,

I am on a great big Western US roadtrip with my father right now. Good stuff if you haven’t ever. Might I recommend: Montana. The word awesome exists to describe Montana.

According to the Strange Duck Poetry Newsletter™️ publishing schedule, this ought to be behind the paywall, but I’m experience a Montana sized generosity. See how the other half lives. You too could be getting hot and fresh poetry delivered to your inbox every week, and I’ll be back in that inhospitable Brooklyn before too long so I reckon that ol’ paywall will be back up once again.

Whether you can afford or wish to support this project financially or not, the few minutes of your attention you give is what really keeps me going. I’m tremendously grateful to anyone that reads these poems, especially you, specifically and personally you. Don’t tell anyone, but you are my favorite reader by far.

See you at a rest stop, keep the rubber side down, a thousand hugs and kisses.

<3

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