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If it Ain’t, Don’t
I used to be so angry.
My watercolor skies dripping red
my favorite orange, Blood.
My stakes deep in the grassy ground
defended with sweat
sweeping gestures of passion.
Woe be it to the boys, girls, dogs
whose only mistake was
wrong place wrong time
my clinched jaw, my gnashing teeth
indiscriminate
unprovoked.
Today there is no time for metaphor;
only time for money.
The [...]
Only Sound I Hate More
than the ticking of a clock;
the thud of our minivan’s door
as I drop you off at the airport.
Her and Him / Bipolar Beauty / Creative Promises
Well hell
There goes my day
Her and him blocking the sidewalk cafe
Wearing: promise rings, skinny jeans
His cheese plate breakfast, her morning macchiato
too pretentious for rhyme.
If that wasn’t enough to lose the Muse
Bipolar Beauty to their left
Still incredulous about that night
back at her place, too much tequila, a
Frenetik: [...]
Fine, This One Is About You
I promised to paint something for her
She was the only one who ever asked
She’s married now
has a child she loves like she used to love alcohol
and the backyard confessions it birthed.
Don’t be ashamed, I never felt so handsome.
I see it in your eyes, every blurry morning
staring out at me from [...]
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