Door blocked by drifts, wind
knocks me back. Cold smack of snow
shouts Stay inside, fool.
Snowbound
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Door blocked by drifts, wind
knocks me back. Cold smack of snow
shouts Stay inside, fool.
Desaturated
world caressed by soft, wan light
all sharp edges dulled
Ugly, but I made
it, my hands imparting new
life to odds and ends.
Girls on rocks artist
his blues so luminous they
named one after him
They say it’s good for
pro-biotic health but no
one likes cabbage breath
Four-wheel ballet, cars
spin swirl glide across four lanes
trying to get home
Quit, burned bridges, then
asked for job back…in a text.
Guy’s got major balls.
Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.
Hear myself rambling
on, using sixty words when
six would do, and cringe.