Poems by will

the hill

I infect you

with affection, you

receive my infection with love

you love him and infect him, he

infects her with affection, she

infects me -

we carry our cross

we roll our rock

a case of

Sisyphus’s syphilus

for a hippie  (1960s)

drop in sometime

to find out

it’s still in

to drop out

metaphor

funny how real shit

is the least shit

of all shit 

paradox
men are mad
hens are sad
'cause they're not men