Short Husked Poems

I carve out my dried husked hope

And in the cave I hide the desperation
of living

Carefully, I cover the opening with the foliage
of normalcy

The Job
The Wife
Pay the rent
Stop at the red lights

And I wait for time to pass

To pass me by
as I cut my toe nails...

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Mattie & I
on the stream of
 
Soda Can 
the heavenly hills

Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;

Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms

All In Dreams

Then:
 I rollover
And see Mattie
Swift asleep forever
And whimpering…

 Aches
And I never eat-
Till Mattie wakes-
From his sleep:

--Dedicated To My Conscience,Abeer:R.I.P --
**Obese Is Not Okay**

For "Put Your Rebel On!" Contest...

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