There’s ringing in ear
And by god a crumb fell out
That I did not eat.
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Nonsense Soup
Broth. We’re the soup base.
You are carrots. Love carrots.
And then potatoes.Maybe potatoes first. Yeah.
I’d eat potatoes all day.
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I Don’t Feel Good and I Want a New Job
For me, it’s feelings
I’m a mess and so are they
That sort of dead, dread.
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Work is Stupid if It’s Stupid
Go to work, get your
tokens, go get food, eat it,
go to sleep, repeat.
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Distance and Return and Potatoes and Pies
Is trepidation
on such holiday dealings
but one such shared thoughtAm I among the
few, or the many, many
to not take lightlythe givings of all,
to me. To feed me. To drink.
To sit in quiet.I let it be lightly, mostly as it prods on and on.
But in a drop of a moment, I’m aware of the good things.
It’s the long lost, distant man meets his love.
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Fall Leaf Funnel OR Smoothie Brains and Hearts, and Limping
Wholly, things are fine
I have legs and brains and food
I can run my lifeBut in the mass, mess
My heart and brains swirl on cones
That they lap with tonguesForward, back, forward, back and
then again and on and on
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Battering Ram, Pam OR There’s a Hole In Our Boat
I’m just a walloped
and bewildered barnacle
I am molasses.I carry my own
burden like a globe. And yet;
a floating featherI find there is no
choice in forward. Go, be pulled.
Be an awkward mess.Sometimes it’s best to
get out of the rain and wash.
Rain stinks like earthworms.It’s cloudy and there’s always
construction and food for thought.
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Two Hurrahs, Hearts, Goodbyes
Traveling from whence
Open roads likes hearts; on, on
I am stronger thanLike a weight drags on the ground
Like an anchor in the sea
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “New Job, Birthday”
by Ann Burgoyne
I got a new job
What a nice birthday present
Goodbye to old crap
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It’s a Washing Wave, It’s a Breeze, It’s a Tree Grows Up and Up
Like a marble rolls
We’ve found grooves, we roll alongand on
and on, on
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Sin City Circles and Circles
For the sake of fun
Or what feels like should be fun
We marry, merry.Vegas:
a ball of slow-cicles, colliding.
Much to be avoided.
Though we are here, we don’t belong. We’re among the weary, yet not lost.
AND THEN THERE’S MONEY!
Plastic coins in the shape of
debt!Loose your pocket!
Let’s unabashedly run into the drunken abyss and sip sweet wine
Let’s play in pools of empty satisfaction and sully our good names!
Let’s believe for once in the honest truth of luck and put it on black.When in truth, we’re broke
The fun runs short; slight pockets
Light at night’s not right.
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “Martin Manley, Perhaps”
by Dan DiPiero
When I have left, don’t
force the issue–
let me go like so many seeds
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GUEST SUBMISSION – “Two”
by Amy Dunlap
A meal to honor
Two drinks two years ago, time
Spent beginning We.
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Guest Submission – “Growing Pains”
by Angela Harris
I cried the first day
My girl was so excited
Miss independent
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I Hat e T he P hone
Often the people
who talk at, through ,for, about
but not to you, win.We should feed their brains to them
so they re-gest their oppress.
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Cauldron’s Dripping
But In sharp contrast –
A plan eludes us
We’re rowing surreptitious
circles while we think.There’s nothing; the angry stench –
Failure has a smell
It swims beneath you and then
gobbles you right up.Luckily, the sea –
The last stanza lifts
Like ocean waves I’m tossed and
turned back, angry, new.
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Sunny San Diego Met the Dunlap, Dawsons, and Now the Burgoynes
Parents are here and
we’re eating and being just
so gosh darn merry.
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Watch That Knife Hanging
The search for meaning
at work gets lost in the midstanswer a call, send an email. answer a call, send an email.
There’s a sharp edge in my voice
There’s a stick up your end
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Like a Top, They’ll Spin Like a Top
There is a dark side
If you look hard enough
HARDAnd your brains will spin.
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View From My Futon
Cars roll on and on and on and on and on and
then I’m one of them.Two fans blowing cool air in contradictory motion feeds no peace.
Instruments about;
neglected and forlorn, blue.
But the view is nice.Took the morning off,
to think and to be and breathe.
Wind: dictionary.
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