24-7
Anyone who’s
on stage
24-7 is
no longer
acting.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
unity
Unity
People who
think people
writing in
the first
person are
writing about
themselves are
usually wrong.
People who
think people
writing in
the third
person are
writing about
someone else are
usually wrong.
People who
think grammar
draws lines
between us
don’t realize
how many
people watch
them sleep
at night,
standing at
the foot of
their beds.
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writers are not my people
Writers are not my people
Writers are
not my people.
My people are
out there
on the street
making their
slow way
home on foot
from the
grocery store,
a plastic
bag with
looped handles
in each hand,
their feet
kicking up
the autumn leaves.
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what’s no longer in
What’s No Longer In
I whip thru
yellow pads
like they’re
going
out of
style.
And they
are.
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winter’s cold finger
Winter’s Cold Finger
Winter puts her
cold finger
to my
lips &
demands that
I prepare
to die.
I bat
my eyes
make outrageous
promises &
wait for
spring
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windblown monkey
Windblown Monkey
I’m a
windblown monkey
on the cusp
of distemper.
I have an
opposable thumb
a pink tongue
& a
small pouch
full of pebbles;
a lease on
the outcome,
squandered youth
on a leash.
Bring it on,
let’s accomplish
the mission.
Whatever you
scrutinize will
spring up &
bite into
your throat.
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