TRYING REAL HARD NOW
Ultimately, it was god who decided. We will not have anything to complain about or be
platinum paving, a pavé diamond overpass. There is no procreation or loneliness.
as Michelangelo, Moses, & Ben-Hur. Later in life he led the National Rifle
like dog leashes, choke collars, & bungee cords. Brood first
the bridge fell, for no reason, I drove past. I had a feeling" a burning bush
home invasion. Man shot / girlfriend cries, "he was only
Follow the silt
For what wandered into this poem, I am deeply grateful. That people try to put their feelings in words is still wonderful to me. You can pick up a bit of language and it's like picking up a whistle someone used to call their first dog home. This must be why I'm a writer: I'm fascinated with the ghosts, the longings that leave their trace.