I recognize that I am not the first
Human Being
To feel the Human Being
...
little clinking blocks of charcoal
for toes
and bigger shaded ones
for feet
...
Mr, you with that small cigar
You have infatuated me with your scene
Big band music
Air nipping my neck every so often
...
he was telling me today
how you'd sit
facing the street
every orange morning.
...
in the dim light legs crossed reading
the dim but proud? has yet to shine
will? ever
...
the child in pink
that was eating Cheerios,
just reached
around her mother.
...
You've put hair on my chest.
Through surgery no doubt,
but nevertheless;
What a distraction
...
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Industrial Skylife
crows
long and slender
pencil thin
fly over my rooftop
and unfold again.
as they dive
remaining entwined,
their wings
brush the early branches
of spring.
mountains of pink smoke
above peppered black murder
give this mourning
a terminating glow.
u r a great poet. R ur poems submitted in a book? if not, i would work on it!