Category: Poetry
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Rusty Chair
I do my deep thinking on a rusty chair By the ocean with no cell phone service. Yesterday, I remembered the runaway truck, Plowing through a spent cornfield Just east of my childhood. Didn’t scream back then, I was young with time To right the ship. Now that I’m old, I sit on this rusty chair…
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Only a Dog
She’s waits for me to respond From the comfort of an easy chair Where I could speak to her in complete sentences, Wave my hand Or, sing a top-40 song, For she’s only a dog With high expectations And direct knowledge of where The biscuits are kept. Finally, one shrill bark breaks the silence And…
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Aging
Left my cane at home, Ego. Dyed my white hair brown, Mistake. Hiked up a mountain, Breathless. Aches and pains abound, Youth gone. —
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Introspection
Every few decades I put the TV away And wait for darkness to overtake the room, While I ask, who am I? The first response is gunfire in a canyon. Birds scatter, dogs howl and a rescue team Scrambles for answers Until the search is called off And I no longer see my hand, Only…
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The Spare Change of Despair in the Slow Crawl of Night
In darkness the scent of french fries Follows me along the frontage road. Plastic bags cling to a cyclone fence. Cars speed by, drivers indifferent To my brothers in the shadows patrolling Their few feet of privacy. No eye contact until I step into the cheap cologne mist Outside a 24 Hour Fitness Where people…
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