
Masks
You see a
woman
well-groomed
& laughing
with a
drink in
her hand
at a
fast-paced
dance venue
& then
you see her
again on
your way
home a
little ways
down an
alley,
leaning against
a brick wall,
smoking with
tears in
her eyes.

You see a
woman
well-groomed
& laughing
with a
drink in
her hand
at a
fast-paced
dance venue
& then
you see her
again on
your way
home a
little ways
down an
alley,
leaning against
a brick wall,
smoking with
tears in
her eyes.
Filed under poems & short jabs

He pretended
to know
what he was
talking about
but he
knew he
didn’t which
is what
he was
talking about
if you
know what
I’m
talking about.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Knowing he
had not
long to
live he
gathered small
flecks of
eternity &
kept them
in a
glass jar
like fireflies.
Filed under poems & short jabs

People who
fly all
over the
world in
planes are
not
well grounded
Filed under poems & short jabs

If life
were a
radio I’d
change stations.
Filed under poems & short jabs