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carl sat down to write
a poem
he didn't really have any great ideas
just needed to write
a flow of words came upon him
but they were all the same word
love this love that
it wasn't really fair that he
couldn't think of anything else to write
there was plenty more happening
but he thought nothing of those things
they weren't affecting him like
the strings of his heart
it was the only thing he wanted to talk about
but it was the only thing no one wanted to hear

Brian on Broadway

Broken down bones

on the pizza steps.

A nose

and hair hanging,

heart nails in his

ears chewed up.

you can come in and sit down

you don't have to buy a slice

His voice like pollen, sweet.

Maybe at home a stark

white cat on his lap,

drifting.

WAYWARD

In the sun it all goes red – white skin greenest bruise superlative
to explain all the driftless drifting

So much distraction is the rhinestone of a life – any age –
Didn’t you know?

One could argue trash language, extra weight, chlorine,
mulch, techno-loss

In the bright it all goes white. Dragon fly with the (must be a reason)
polka-wings

A jet-ski tidal to rock you
back