Self Portrait

A sixty cent
Mercenary
Sticking at it
Like a stamp 
With the portrait
Of Don Quixote
On it.






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Ko-fi

Unseasonal Blues

First chill of Winter
Falls on my green leaf spirit
Unseasonal blues.




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Sunny Side Life

'Round midnight bacon
Frying,
Just after midnight
Eggs
Popping
In the fat.

He’s a spatula bachelor,
Toasting his late night toast, 
Making the most
Of his one pan
One man
Crispy,
Free range,
Sunny side
Life.




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Ko-Fi

Natural Light

Lying on her bed,
Looking up at her face,
A memory.
Dimmed,
Like a skylight
Covered in bird shit.




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Guilty

Sentenced
To life
In solitary bewilderment. 




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She Collected Clocks

Pendulums,
Hands,
Bells,
Chimes,
The merciless fishwife nags of time.

Every lost moment.
Every lost intent.
Every dollar and cent 
Of time spent.

Reminding, remembering, remorseless.

Distracted by the mechanism,
A second hand masochism,
While time,
While life,
Life
Ticks by.




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Patriotism

Legs so long
Her panties
Came down
Like a flag.

"Why are you saluting?",
She asked.





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