Good Morning, America
...It was a long lonely night at the lumber mill
Just listening to a whippoorwill
In the dark beside a logging road.
I’ve got fifteen cars of timber on my load.
The yard stinks of bleeding sap and ...
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Categories:
bathrobes, america, moving on, time,
Form: Pastoral
Glorified Serpent
...Don't you want to be,
Like them
Running barefoot,
towards the light in
White bathrobes
And flip-flops?
A plastic surgery resurrection
Blistering in the sun
Like a glorified serpent
Sheddi...
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Categories:
bathrobes, dark, happiness, identity, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Good Luck
...Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death,
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines,
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in my foolishness.
“Modern s...
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Categories:
bathrobes, angst, education, growing up,
Form: Free verse
Never Again
...Silently, she lies there listening to sirens off in the distance,
On the bed where they just recently enjoyed each other’s passion.
The neighborhood dogs, barking at the noise in the night, are ta...
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Categories:
bathrobes, angst, lost love, saddark,
Form: Free verse