Best Skids Poems

Will we still have a skin to jump out of
when we are flesh no more?

Will we skinny-dip inside a thimble?
Will Summer rain still softly kiss? 
Will there be Harley’s,
plasma shotguns?
Will most things 
not be worth waiting for?

Is this old world a head-fake,
an insubstantial place
for our...

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A goose hydroplanes
on a strip of wet air.

Comic honk,
wings backtracking frantically.
It blunders about directionless
as if bananas
were attached to its feet.

It’s the slick chill
making this happen.
The funny thing is,
it’s not even funny,

because a goose that can skid
on an ordinary blacktop
probably won’t make it
into Spring....

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On the skids with no brakes,
thankfully, a memory;
that began with falling,
falling over and over again,
with bruises that healed;
such is childhood.

I tried to attack the slippery slope,
challenged by youtube videos
that I could wisely imbibe;
teenager at heart was I…
to fall flat, flatter than a pancake.

As this was...

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