
The Real Thing
This is
your sanctuary
too,
isn’t it,
a young
girl smoking
her own
hand-rolled
cigarette said
as she
walked past
my open
window where
I was
parked on
the hill
in my
van.
She didn’t
stop for
an answer.
She’s the
real thing.

This is
your sanctuary
too,
isn’t it,
a young
girl smoking
her own
hand-rolled
cigarette said
as she
walked past
my open
window where
I was
parked on
the hill
in my
van.
She didn’t
stop for
an answer.
She’s the
real thing.
Filed under poems & short jabs

90% of
what I
write is
sincere
8% is
misleading
12% is
an intentional
lie &
43% is
wild conjecture.
The whole
is less
than the
sum of
its parts.
Filed under poems & short jabs

There’s mounting
evidence
that I
do not
exist.
Filed under poems & short jabs

An old
lady with a
Jesus Loves
You Repent
bumper sticker
just dumped
a week’s
worth of
garbage
in her
neighbor’s
trash bin.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Self confidence
is a
sign of
not knowing
who
you are.
Filed under poems & short jabs

I’ll be
glad when
the election
is over &
everyone goes
back to
being their
conniving selves.
Filed under poems & short jabs