Jimmy BroccoliNov 3, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesAbductionHis serial killer hands Tie her up in Boy Scout knots She is unmoving Play-Dough Laying on a greasy garage floor She can sense weeping...
Jimmy BroccoliNov 3, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesI Woke Up SleepingI am a speech impediment I communicate clearly with the darkness Enunciating perfectly Articulating words and concepts My lisp fizzles...
Jimmy BroccoliNov 2, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesCellar DoorHe scoops ice cream in the mall at the food court I drop by the ice cream shoppe (middle English spelling – if not mistaken) He makes me...