Mike Sheriff Poems

in my attempt to impress
to woo and beguile
i let out a joke
to which there’s no smile
...

i am
impoverished dead-beat
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gonna get some strong rope
gonna let it hang down
gonna get myself up
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with
filthy fists fishing
‘man-shaped-rook-in-rags’
scours
...

she cradles the coffee cup,

savoring it’s warmth.
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to him you talked
you left me to hang
foolish and mocked
the warning bells rang
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