Monday, August 6, 2012

Various, Leftover Short Poems

I removed all the lies
And self delusions
Now, the well is empty

First in fifty years
Not in love with anyone
Need inspiration

All my crutches fall away save the cane
Tinting Depends lavender doesn’t help
My men, like my Mother, were all insane
Heat and humidity melt me like wax

Better to be never was than has been
Retired with disease is not leisure
Happy that I’m not addicted to sin
Poetry makes you like the Yoda speak

dumped naked like the terminator
in a foreign world
i have no programming to tell me
what my mission is


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