The Flamethrower
It’s a harmless hobby really
On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy
(He rather likes men from what I see)
Letting Go of Laura
Sitting folded up like a pretzelHolds hands onto anklesBack to the wall. When he first spoke of herWeeks ago,He beat his chest – without notingHis own Mea CulpaCrossing arms over wounds newly dressed: Unfolded,Stood up straight;This is a tall manHead to toe full...
Reason Is Such A Sham
Reason is such a sham,
Without the shape and tone
And hue of rhyme,
Feeling flawed as you
Baby Boomer Retreads
My affections were incomprehensible.
Politically incorrect.
All wrong.
Infamous Footwear
It could be something.
Or nothing.
Or the rest of your life.
Dock of the Bay
Prolonged isolation,
Home of the Brave
Sleep deprivation,
Land of the Free;
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