Instruct a wise ass class to booIf they’re not paying attention to you.Say boo who and stand on your head.Do anything but play dead.And maybe…
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It’s not coming.How can I say that?It’s gone. It’s always been that way,Up close or far it hasn’t.Mid-point’s next to nothing. What angle’s not so?As…
Comments closedA poem a day keeps the critics away.At least in your mindset. You can always say some day,“Every storm has a sunset” Let them dig you…
Comments closedRest in peace. Put it all together.Decease and resist. Here comes the weather.Pardon my behavior. You are my enabler.You’re good for nothing. At least that’s…
Comments closedParts are parts and parts of parts.All doing their part.The birddog barks at a treebut doesn’t become a barkbecause of me. The flow is mightier…
Comments closedThey wind and ungulate.Those slippery shiny snakes.Nestled deep within thema throbbing blob to eat. Smell the wet surroundingsbefore you swallow wholethe lobe of a grey…
Comments closedWhy say, “A bird on the wing”instead of a bird flying or a flying bird?On its own wing could a bird fly?Wouldn’t such contortions keep…
Comments closedThe coo-coo clock reminds meI am growing oldThe shoes on my feet wobblethough I swim in them as told. The dentures in my mouthwhistle a…
Comments closedGiven the boss on my sidewho values my work and my pride.And AI and my family in for the ride.I’m still more dead than alive.…
Comments closedHow could they? I’ll tell you how they could.For a fleeting second you and I did.Remember at that ball game when you shoutedkill the ump…
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