My verbless poem challenge feels extra challenging today, so this one is a list poem. … Air quotes Cigarette smoke The devil below Republican leaders Bottom feeders Walmart greeters Weak links Clogged sinks Dry erase ink Oil spills Fever with chills Unpaid bills Macaroni collage A Monica Geller massage Self-sabotage The dating game Spirals of [...]
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Sickbed slumber #3 (a poem)
O! The joys of sleeping with a cold, continued… The ink disappears as soon as it touches the page I don’t know how to read destruction or whatever is happening here I feel drowsy Will I fall asleep before anything happens or wake up just in time? Most of these heroes are strangers The man [...]
Empty flickers (A poem)
The first line came to mind while listening to Before the Flood… The script was tired all that ink spilled keeping actors in line But never mind— the best scenes were cut for the sake of reducing time The guy with his head in his phone is missing it all anyway (10 December 2015—posted December [...]
