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I look at this house
When did we change this?
Home, it is not

Red Sox gone till spring.
In Fenway’s gloomy tunnels
bats hang upside down.

too many emails
fill up my inbox like trash
collecting in piles

Minifridge seltzer
Cracked with a late summer leaf
red under my shoe

Eating an apple
Oh, how delicious it is
mm… yum my yum yum

The harrier preens
swoops back to the canopy-
Summer’s first orange

Sponge bath today, change
My pants, breathe to clear the lungs
Recuperating

I want a break from
all these fucking ads right now
“Fuck your chicken strips!”

It happens slowly
The room turns pale, sickly green
And I hit the ground

dissecting peppers
bitter skin pulled from sweet flesh
bodies wrapped in sheets

This is a plum bowl
This is a bowl full of plums
Plum plum plum plum plum

It’s okay William
I don’t love plums
As much as I love you

He was the love of my life
A baby so sweet
With wings and halo to match

I make a joke here
You laugh like it’s funny
Now this is awkward

Clever little notes
tied into syllable counts
What a bowl of plums

The rain mists across my face.
My Afro is wet.
Water drips down my tight curls.

GCC is right
They make me feel so good, light
I love to learn right

I am a vegan
This is harder than I thought
I want McDonald’s

Haikus are real hard
Think of seven syllables
Just try really hard

Rest is for the dead
Many college students have
said, need more coffee

You stinking head lice.
I washed, oiled, cursed, and hand picked.
Find another home!

you just wake up early
just realized that today is halloween day
please put on your costume

It happens slowly
The room turns pale, sickly green
And I hit the ground

Chunk silver square
Encasing slim bright yellow
Measures Grandpa’s world

The truth I want now
It will set me free I know
It is so close, hey!

Who understands?
Transfer pathways on the way
Student clarity!

The first missing tooth
to a bashful six year old
confers fresh prestige.

invisible me
gave a desperate smile to
melancholy you

I was feeling so
Inspired to write this thing
I love chicken nugs

Back East now, sober
Knowing WELLNESS is the way
But convention thwarts

Pear orange apple plum
I am Hungry get me some
Refridgerator

Ants build pyramids
Godless monuments divine
Crop circles, death threats

3am empty
clouds chase orange city sky
spin down yellow lines

America dead
It is a new country now
We soon will perish

Adam had it lucky
I would give all my ribs
for one girlfriend

Home is the hallway
to the balcony above.
Those silver birches

Snowy garden
like a crystal fairyland
protecting mouse

electricity
food, water, diesel, none
after Maria

The semester’s halfway done
four papers are due
I hope I don’t lose my mind

Entranced by flames burned
A new beginning is here
Embers still glow bright

she once collected
moth bodies too beautiful
to let disappear

My pores are held here
by roots and salty air
soft dirt and pink skies.

Wake up! Breathe deep breaths
The terror of night subsides
I am alive, I’m okay

yesterday it rained
worms committed suicide
on the wet sidewalk

Lacy purple mums
Crowded dwellers in blue clay
Autumnal heralds.

I feel cray ze
Stressed to the max of the max-max
So happy the end

The green pine tree’s climb
Breathless against the dusks winds
Serene, cold, all air

The leaves have changed from
green to red, but it’s far too warm
Is this New England fall?

Words soon to exist
Pictures waiting to be drawn
Swishing in a stick

I would have stayed there
laying beneath trees entwined
biting back our fears.

There’s nothing in me
you haven’t touched and still I
forget your fingers.

Click, tac, clickety
Boldly black thoughts run along
Mind starkly revealed

So what if it hurts?
Pull the wool over your eyes
become an ostrich.

Lonely Tylenol
only friend’s an expired
Excedrin PM

I don’t really know
What I should write down right now
So I’ll just write this

So what if it hurts?
Pull the wool over your eyes
become an ostrich.

“Dog” was his first word.
His father hoped for “da-da.”
The dog wagged his tail.

I’m at GCC
I’m a man in my mid 50’s
Why am I here?

I love dogs a lot
But not as much as puppies
Cats are okay too

I lost my head that
night you left the sink running,
you still had my heart.

legless lizards run
on tiny hind legs, torsos
quiver like laughter

Marilyn Hartmann
Got strong personality
Still, a nice lady

Any poem like this
That continues on like this
Is haiku, bitches

Her stomach’s empty
she cannot throw up on you
patronizing her

a fall day calls ways
of growing, and knowing, all
please please, thank the leaves

Caught through dense vapors
shattered into sky’s stained glass
pure variety

Blue hydrangea – dried
Nature’s denim in flower
Summer memories

Trigonometric
identities- this shit’s hard
Maybe it’s a sine

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