by Mire Berch
Granted dollar pockets
A forgiven rumplystinkskin out side the day care
Allowed biscuit crumbs
Your insane plot had panache and your embarrassment
Here keeps us in line
Mire Berch is a poet, as well as a musician and filmmaker, born in the eighties in southeastern Pennsylvania. He strives for strange combinations and happy accidents. He moved to the Bay Area, finding the baby bear’s porridge of weather after living in places that were too hot and too cold. His work has been featured in White Elephant Magazine and on his tumblr page Sense Shower.