Writer. Demand Poet.
One last look
Today.
Take it.
Before the
Slumber rolls off their
Thin arms
And they notice the
Finches scratching at
Their skin–
Her beggar’s song:
I’m hungry darling
Please bring out your
Beautiful berries from
Winter’s dreamland.
The trees … Read the rest “The Trees Awaken”
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At the concert, the singer
Strums her guitar and stares
Into the lights, singing
Live. I’m bleeding out a
Day’s (more than) pay for
Her and in this 18th row
I’m just a shadow, though I
Hope suppose … Read the rest “In the Details: Live”
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Stop saying I have
Mood swings.
(Please)
That was an ugly
Vase anyway, one
I bought on an
Emotional spending spree
At Goodwill. I’ve got
A lot going on in this
Idiot brain life.
Last night’s noise was … Read the rest “Last Night’s Noise”
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Ursula laughed at me.
She said: “Ha ha, people from
Iowa eat carp straight out
Of the Mississippi. And they
Like it!” The long wooden
Bench rolled like the river
Under her as she chuckled
And smoked and … Read the rest “Ursula”
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It’s nice, isn’t it? The way we all can just look
Out the window and see the
Same things everyday, like that
Same poop-filled plastic bag.
Someone scooped up with
His own hand, closed it gently,
With a … Read the rest “Look Out”