I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
this isn't pre-eating
it's cooking
and this is chopping, carrying, shopping
working, sleeping...
that was writing - you were reading.
it is.
.....
blood bloated gangrenous drunk -
he throws the can
the clatter and roll suggests half full
...
daffodils dying back
knee length shorts
one sock rolled down
balanced between bags
I see the first view of summer
....
it's easy to confuse sex with love
they (who know everything) warned about both
but only one requires you to be there
.....
peace:)
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