Wednesday, September 17, 2014

short attention span poems

the check out lines at safeway were crowded everyone jockeying for position some entered the grocery store saw the crowds and walked straight out while i biding my time in line looked around and thought if no one here is my enemy perhaps they are my friends

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i saw a ghost or perhaps it saw me at any rate i saw something standing there like a shadow without a body to cast it

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there are holes in my chuck t's i need a new pair each pebble or beer bottle cap my feet land on during my walks brings my attention to a sharp point of hurt

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 if i die tomorrow i will regret never having visited jamaica


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