Poetry
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Midnight Fine Print
The city buzzes by as I sway in darkness. They’re clueless to the magic of Pepaw’s porch swing, and I’d like to keep it that way. A spark here, a… Read more.
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Big Bird’s Peekaboo Prison
Poetry fo dat Posterior Read more.
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Dryin’ Time
Swimming through open air as though the sunrise leads home Read more.
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Did You See That?
The jungle breathes tonight, awaiting the storm. Read more.
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Tea-sus
Pinkies up, boys Read more.
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I’m In Love Again…
A mother’s sigh of relief to her naughty, urban children… Read more.
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Rain.
Worship on the wind Read more.
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Sunset
Celebrate the sleeping sun Read more.
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Keep Looking Up
The summer is dwindling The fall clouds draw nigh Except here in Texas We’ll probably die From summer part two Or, if curs-ed, a third To those on the east… Read more.
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Messenger
Tea, pipe, sunset, poetry, repeat daily. Read more.
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Tea-Weeting
I’m not calling it that. Read more.
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Snaps
Joggers & bike thieves The lemon sees all Snickerdoodles walloped by Batman’s neice Broomhilda Hospital television tickers show investment futures to the dying Singing to the deaf Miming to the… Read more.
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Waymomento
Because Dallas Read more.
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Reboot.
Shoveling soot in micro doses As sunset cleanses another The city is oddly quiet Recovering from yesterday’s horrible realization of Monday And prepping to hump Midway through a nameless scorcher… Read more.
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Claws
What’s your ritual? Read more.
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Wed-nes-day Words
When all the sneks have eaten And all the cats have yacked And all the laundry laundered I’m glad we don’t have dogs Yo. Poems. Read more.
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Date Night (a poem)
Where were you when it started? And where will you be in the end? Not asking for proof of a heaven or hell Not breaking a rule; maybe bend Rich… Read more.
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I (a poem; something that resembles one; poetry is rather subjective, actually; kind of narcissistic of the poet to brand his or her own words as such, but I digress…)
What am I but a dot in the matrix A grain in the garden A salt speck in an endless ocean A pinhole upon night’s curtain (thanks Connery) A face… Read more.
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Where Do You Stand?
This sucks but why not? If you knock up cousin Becky He will give your child a grand So they’ll begin investing But where TF d’you stand? If you rat… Read more.
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Dueling Hooters (a poem)
Hot-boxing Hot Wheels on a Friday night Summer sunset swallows the horizon as electric tears vow revenge Asphalt sizzles with each bullet, bleeding heat before the speeding beasts Windows hide… Read more.
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Hearts of ICE (a poem)
Saint Anthony The devil is knocking on your door Donning Christ’s mask Speaking angel; plotting sacrifice Blood in life’s river to satiate the politically hungry El Camino beckons the refugee… Read more.
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Autumn’s Jar (a poem)
Sinking, coddled; wrapped in memories past Chilled air on flannel days Burning leaves; tiny fires dancing in darkness for an audience of one None saw them same as you Shadows… Read more.
