Stand-in
John lost
his memory
& went
comatose
five years
ago.
My name
is Billy
Lopez &
I’ve been
standing in
for him.
How am
I doing?
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
stand-in
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national security
National Security
To break free
even for
a few
minutes
each day
is to
threaten the
established order.
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blue moon
Blue Moon
Skinny boy
tops 200
pounds &
thinks maybe
he should
become a
Sumo wrestler.
Well,
maybe not,
maybe launch
a weight
loss campaign
instead or
feed flies
to spiders.
The moon
is blue
& the
thing they
don’t write
books about
is about
to come
come unraveled.
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huddled at the feet of facebook
Painting by Mark Bryan | Pie in the sky
Huddled at the Feet of Facebook
The cupboard
is bare
the barrel’s
been drained
the lease
has been
broken the
mood altered
the cows
didn’t come
home &
the dream
shattered.
But up
goes the
flag anyhow,
the price
of corn
& the
drones
and down
comes
the sky
as we
huddle at
the feet
of Moloch
in its
Facebook disguise.
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middle-class white american holidays
Middle-class White American Holidays
Holidays for
the middle
class white
American are
barriers to
be crashed
thru year
after year
until he
gets dumped
in a
home where
he plays
bingo &
his kids
drop in
on Christmas
for a
visit.
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cut me some slack
Cut Me Some Slack
The earth
would spin
out of
orbit if
I didn’t
write a
Shard a
day so
cut me
some slack.
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