And that’s a good day
Filled to the brim
Spilling to whatever
Tomorrow brings
Category: poetry
Heard the Gasket Resist
I open the fridge
My fresh
Peddler of filth
That One Time Time Turned
At some point,
We just need to be told
Vases for Flowers
Are but ornamental caskets…
A pouting charnel
Hatchets
This has none
To do with
How you live
Bullets are Your Friends
A life lived
Easily
Compacted
In an all-encompassing bullet
Artificial Lights
The middle aged men knew
They have to keep moving along…
The Deafening
The world is either a splurge
Or a scourge
Some are passed a torch
Then I Heard Me Say
To another supplied
With a better script
Movies and CDs
I used to stare at my watch
Seeing how slow a minute arrives
To the next
Working at the moviehouse
You learn things about
How they build up the first 20 minutes
Asking you to invest emotions
To the protagonist
And how he could be you
In a bind
With choices you’d take
The last 20 will always be about How the first act plays out
Against the third
danDAman 