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Life’s too short Tooth’s too long Horses snort Answer’s wrong. Eyes too bright Pool’s too deep Bra’s too tight He’s too cheap. Sky’s too high Feet too smelly Words can lie Too tight belly Stream beds trickle chewing gum sticks … Continue reading
I enjoy the cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee. That I’m one … Continue reading
Most times words miss their mark. They rain down in torrents, oblivious to us and us to them, not even in our existential language. We feel bruised by them, misused, overcome as though embattled. How, then,is it even possible … Continue reading
If I should die while I’m awake will I go seeking absolution, dragged down by the shackles of sin in my swollen belly, or ship out soundlessly from my berth into the eternal matrix where sins are but a fleet … Continue reading
As I was cleaning out some genealogical papers, I came across one I had forgotten about, and in this day and age I found refreshing: A notice from the Henry County Bulletin years ago: The Poet for Councilman To the … Continue reading