Ho Ho HoAnyway, I hope you guys have a good Christmas, or whatever it is you celebrate, or if you don't celebrate anything... just have a good winter.
Here's lookin' to a new year, where hopefully I will write new stuff.
The Last Poem About HobosAround the bend is another place exactly like this one- only it's slightly darker and has the faint smell of autumn leavesThe Last Poem About Hobos
burning in a metal garbage can, while homeless men
with fingerless gloves cook chili in tin cans, and talk of locomotives in a Disney caricature of poverty
that infests the very soul of the nation: Beggars are quaint and folksy gentlemen- Poverty instills old time charm, and a quirky personality.
And here, on the other side men huddle for warmth in the doorways of closed downtown businesses- Ones that have been closed for 5 or 6 months, not 5 or 1
I Am Not BenA gray-haired guy slumps in his wheel chair withered lifeless arms in his lap- He pulls himself around with his good leg going in circles, he's going no where. But he's not the one screaming for help-I Am Not Ben
A woman with a walker bellows
at the top of her lungs until nurses get there
and she admits she doesn't think anything is wrong: Just wanted some attention.
With a groan she's alone again sauntering past your room to try this plot again.
Oblivious, you're in bed with eyes cast skyward blocked by a dreary water-stained ceiling- Your blue eyes dull
Writer's Block. This poem is just a paper airplane waiting to soar across the room, do a loop, and then crash into the garbage canWriter's Block
.. If words were people, this city would be uninhabited.
... Ellipses take the place of things which haven't yet revealed themselves to me, like stunt doubles in a movie with no actors.
Winter Blues Haikus of LoveWinter Blues Haikus 3: Haiku of LoveWinter Blues Haikus of Love
I Bright windburned cheeks hide behind a scarf as red. I know you're smiling.
II A snowball strikes me. Retaliation is swift: a tackle and kiss.
III Warm breath 'gainst my lips could cure hypothermia when the breath is yours.
IV Gloves grasp together rubbing in primal passion, struggling for warmth.
V The backyard angels leave a glacial impression; steal snowflake kisses.
VI Your love's a blizzard covering my heart in snow. &nbs
Seasonal
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