poetry
When the Street Signs Melt
I want to watch the Rimrocks cry during a heavy rain that spews it’s tears into the basements of those who are dumb enough to live underneath while the Shop Vacs clog and turn to mold. I want the street…
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Observations While Sitting At Walker’s Watching Cars Go By
I can’t decide if my chest pains are from anxiety or heart burn. Punishing myself for the past. Heartache. What I do know… The wind blows sticks off trees and those sticks multiply when you pick them up. Bartenders fail…
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Thoughts On Good Friday While Having A Late Afternoon Drink At Doc Harper’s | Whiskey and Words
I have never frozen to death while passed out in a snow bank but I’ve gotten hypothermia sitting next to a loved one. The worst place to puke is in the shower still drunk while Conway Twitty sings of Linda…
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Lost Words
Maybe when you hear me speak You miss my despair so bleak, My person, my one true love Can’t hear me from way high above, He’s left, and I’m not sure if he’s coming back I pray and wish for…
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Trying to Hang a Hammock Between Two Charred Trees
Glorification for ugly simplification. / Wash your hands— / they are filthy. / I cannot understand.
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I’m Tired | Red Tornado
I’m Tired / with a Capitol T, hard-wired. / It’s not just the hours, / that the work requires.
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