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Thursday, June 15, 2017
Working-Class Stool Pigeon
on the bum,
strutting under
neath chicks
on stools out
side up
scale coffee
house gleaning tit
bits of hot
info from un
suspecting cool
cheesecake crumbs.
Monday, June 12, 2017
Not In The Script
In this dark grave
Comedy of errors,
If you wish
To begin
Once upon a time,
Best not to
Plan on ending it
Happily ever after,
Right on cue
And always oh
So tellingly
Nondescript.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Grease Monkey Gigolo Riff
Maestro?
That’s me—
Screw driving
Down right
Up tight low
Down staccato funky
Monkey wrenching Mr.
Ostinato Lubricanto—
At yer soivice, ma’am.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Trumped: Tower Block Asylum Gravity
In the high-rise,
Everything was in
Great, scintillating order—
Including any semblance
Of order which had gone
Right through the ceiling
When every able body
On the premises
Found itself going up
And down
In circles, unable
To do anything but
Pace the abysmal,
Bottomless pit
Of the ground
Floor.
Friday, June 2, 2017
Exemplary Poetic Specimen
Go ahead,
Stare at the blank
Page all you want—
Nothing needs all
The help it can get,
And you’re no exception.
Monday, May 29, 2017
Best Laid Plans
When the rudimentary yet
Humungous suicide
Bomb went off
And everything and everyone went
To pieces with it, there was nobody to ask
What became of the intricate
Nuts and bolts designed to hold
The whole shebang together.
Friday, May 26, 2017
You Don't Say!
Listen up, young fella—
People who say
They like to tell it
Like it is most likely never
Tell you what it is
They like to tell;
The few times they do though,
More than likely they
End up short on the telling
End of another tall tale.
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