Poetry

Looking up at tree canopy black and white.

THE NUMBERS (written for Borderline Grill Massacre)

A voice I heard said a number this morning.A tragic laundry list of inevitability,of injured,of dead,of statistical truths.A cup ofblack bitter numbers at my breakfast table. Numbers tell stories.The numbers of lies,of words of hate,of speeches that divide and of weapons that kill. Numbers, like digits on our country’s trembling hands,broken, maimed, shattered hands covered …

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Sonny

Sonny started singing while he shuck the martiniI realized right then and there I wanted mine stirred.They all had red jackets like those carnival monkeys playing the snare drums,banging out cocktails for tips.100 years and nothing much has changed I guess.Flirting bartenders interrupting my intimate conversations about love and death.Go away, I was just getting …

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Stalled Dreams

Stuffing toilet paper in my ears doesn’t work all the time. Sometimes the music is just too loud. Johnny is an asshole and sucks cock. It says it right there. A knife to the door of the stall does the trick. The poetic musings of a spurned girl etched in block letters. How long must …

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