Category: Poetry
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5150
I didn’t know until yesterday that April was Poetry Month. I don’t like designating months for this or that, still I wrote this poem last week, “5150,” which refers to a section of California law that allows police to take into custody a person acting weirdly. My poetry is developed while I drive, usually on […]
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Free Lunch
In honor of my stand-up beat improvisations of decades ago, I came up with something new this week that I would not put on my resume: Free Lunch I want the free lunch No strings attached Sirloin steak with all the fat Leave the explanations for somebody’s cat I want the free lunch No strings […]
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Sitting
Somewhere a rusty chair waits for me. By a waterfall, no cell phone service, only deep thoughts. Like a runaway Mack truck, plowing through an abandoned corn field just East of my childhood.
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