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r.Douglas
I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.
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When The Weekly Planner Begins To Corrupt
When The Weekly Planner Begins To Corrupt So, Saturdayhaving lost its identity-say, for me, week three-then Monday gave up the ghostthat day after EasterAnd with Sunday succumbingto becoming just another 24-makes tomorrow Tuesday orThursday, or a maybe this or thatremaining weekday,in might-be mid-March,or early April, or more likely —late Spring…..early Summer…mid-Autumn? Of Twenty? Of Twenty […]
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Casual Casualty Count
Casual Casualty Count He knew where the bodyof his possibilities wereburied prior to the hide and seek of puberty Betwixt and betweenthe tween in the backseatof a black Lincoln Continentalspending two hours each weeknightcontemplating the efficacyof those suicide doors Sated by Happy Hour PlusDad a lush with this iterationOf another bombshell step-mom-this new, “Bouncing Betty.” […]
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Retrograde
Twenty eight damn words isn’t poemin’, it’s sloganeering at best. I’ll be your fortune cookie. But politics have stepped all over 30 in April, and there you go…so. Day 12 NaPoWriMo April 2013 Retrograde Who/What programmed last night / early morning perpetrated fraud a drift/ grift of dream/ scheme suggesting I’m but a satellite of […]
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Fated
Spring Training For NaPoWriMo April 2020. Fated And that was a Bar, that a Bookstore, there a Flower shop- And just passed by the Bakery- You can still smell it, sorta- And there, a Dry Cleaners, and Wedding Photographer, gone- And here, some kind of “build it and they will come,” Notions store- next to […]
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Breathtaking
Breathtaking Rife with reasons to soft shoe this stampedeI’m going to heel-toe and pearl clutch poetry I hear the herd and fear for the sheepbut too steep this self-referential sleep walkthrough all the manure, and bully pulpit bathos living language informs people present-eulogy’s lyric can tender tempo a passing-but a body politic self-deceived is diseasedbeyond […]