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.
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