Ted Sheridan Poems

He left the house this morning early and bright as the Glock stuck 9mm
Cheerfully he shot and killed eight people and wounding two as his aim
Was slightly off
Reloading as the cops arrived
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By now the lump, that only six months ago
had started out as a possible zit on the top of my head
has reached the size of a small Brussels sprout;
and it’s too bad because I like Brussels sprouts
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The wine bottle is empty on the table
The candles have burned down to their holders
The house's lone cockroach is standing next to the leftover parsley potatoes yawning...
The old man has gone to bed early for a change
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The long and the short of it is....
By definition of being a narcissist
If it isn't about you then it must be about me or Bukowski
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The wind was kicking up from the Northwest
Storm clouds gathered to section off the Sun
Intense displays of furious pyrotechnics flashed brilliantly
From the mouth of the dark beyond
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They are taking his family home today
My friend called to ask if I could help prevent it
The auction starts promptly at two pm
Right there on his dream house’s front lawn
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There are beings who can see you and I for 'what' we are
They can look at you or me and immediately size us up perfectly
I don't care if you are naked without a stitch of clothes and in the shower
Or if you're wearing the latest suit from Giorgio Armani out to dinner
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Friday the thirteenth and my wife's aunt Haley died this morning
Oldest of ten children and she was one of the last to go
Held on long enough to say goodbye
To more than half her siblings....
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So far I’ve counted fourteen song birds
Two mocking birds and one large crow
Sitting amongst the many leaves of the Moreton Bay fig tree
Which is located just outside my office window
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The old man had been channeling Albert for days
He had managed to make contact with him
while taking his morning constitution in the back
behind his custom built plywood paneled trailer
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