At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair.
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Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I hate it when somebody swaps out the alarm cats—the other one is so much more annoying…
Love,
Kevin
(25 August 2016)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
And so we wait again…
Love,
Kevin
(24 August 2016)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I’ve always got to give myself one more thing to do, don’t I?
Love,
Kevin
(23 August 2016)
The inescapable self wrought revenge (a poem)
Earlier today, I read an article about what divorced people do with their wedding rings. This isn’t strictly about that, but the poem I wrote after the poem I wrote about that.
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I both want to understand and could not care less about the obsession with sports…
Love,
Kevin
(22 August 2016)
Sordid state of affairs (a poem)
Earlier today, I combined a couple of poems while preparing to submit work to a journal; I finished this poem in similar fashion.
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
One down, one more to go…
Love,
Kevin
(21 August 2016)
Summer 1978 (a poem)
Listening to Steely Dan’s Aja…
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If you put the two together (a poem)
Inspired by the hour glass and the dancer, by MiYoung Margolis, both currently hanging at VALA Art Center in Redmond…
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