So, I took her for a drink at Tier 19,A retro bar whose name makes me smileNow we live wrapped in plastic with snorkels for
Category: poems
I’m a quandary An Enigma A spicy meatball covered in sauce. He’s a robot An egocentric A mental trail that has run its course. I’m
The rusting clock grinds to a stop. I remember your shadow fall Like a sheep below the ha ha wall Knowing that the wolf will
I don’t have that simple ability The tear-jerked hurt stability. I keep it all in Until it bleeds out, Both metaphorically and real. It’s not
First date, the nerves, the frisson. Small talk begins. “Do you like Vans?” “Yes, a VW is my dream!” *silence* “Do you ever board?” “Oh,
Non-maskers screaming ‘oppression!’ As bad as flowers in the gun and peace signs Whilst bodies are being tossed into Vietnam death holes. Seven people in
“Shards, shards, the androgyny fails Odalisque by Ingres, extra bones for sale.”
Non-maskers screaming “Oppression!” As bad as flowers in the guns and peace signs Whilst bodies got thrown in Vietnam death holes. Seven rebels in a
Three young boys,Talking about the future.One is going to be a lawyer,One a firefighter,One a writer.They smile at each others dreams,Together as one,Toasting marshmallows on
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