Fence Post Killers
I'm hypnotized by the smallest things-
the sound of buttering toast, or
rattling change together
Hobo’s use garbage can lids
as shields
by the mailbox
Although I'm looking pretty homeless today myself-
Nothing I hate more than holes in your armpits,
shirts I mean.
Feeling like a slaughtered pig
Chris Baribeau’s bastardry with words can be found in various print and online zines.