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Whippit Can Jamboree
I lift the can of keyboard duster to my lips.
3 poems
He looked shriveled, his long hair looked
like a greasy wig with spikes. Sharp nose
eyes, pinched thin mouth, weak chin.
Dreams, Crack and the Minotaur
Hey Em, I know you blocked me, but this undelivered messenger just woke up from a dream
When the Walls Come Falling Down
Swish…….Swish……..Swish
Screaming and Other Things That Sound Like Death
Of course, it’s imperative that I am the way that I am.
CYBERWRITER 2022
You are all cyberwriters
hide your heart
I never had an alarm clock that worked so I had to use my own screams as a wakeup call before going for a piss at 3am
Curtain
A little shard of milky glass: rock: a pure lattice of confusion, a chemical matrix, cooking you inside out.
Shield and other poems
our lady of the flash scan: threat vs hassle, react vs ignore
never the police maybe an ambulance or tell someone else that’s it
Buying Beer for Underaged Kids
I meet groups of 16 or 17 year olds a block away from the Circle K and they hand me too many crumpled bills to buy them a case of this or a mix bag of six packs to split when their parents think they’re at a friend’s house.