I wrote this this morning after watching Gil Scott-Heron’s Black Wax
and reflecting on my recent lack of poetic output.
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February 2020
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
So, you woke me up at 3 a.m., and it’s another cold morning. Want to try that again?
Love,
Kevin
(21 February 2020)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Okay, I’ll give you credit for the hat trick—but it’s still too frickin’ cold!
Love,
Kevin
(20 February 2020)
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Don’t make me repeat what I said to Tuesday.
Love,
Kevin
(19 February 2020)
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
29 ºF?! Too frickin’ cold!
Love,
Kevin
(18 February 2020)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Another day off? I tell ya, this whole thing is rigged.
Love,
Kevin
(17 February 2020)
Passing through downtown (a poem)
Sometimes this town is a little screwy.
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Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Who knew a change of pillow could make such a difference?
Love,
Kevin
(16 February 2020)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
The cat needs to get better at staring contests. It’s almost too easy.
Love,
Kevin
(15 February 2020)
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Valentine’s Day! Let’s go see Fatal Attraction again…
Love,
Kevin
(14 February 2020)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 