Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Driving home at sunset
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Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
Wan, pale, red-eyed, she’s
the poster wife of Wynette’s
song, “Stand By Your Man.”
While I throw pennies
into a coin jar, Bear Stearns
gets a big bailout.
Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.
When a righteous man
is caught with his pants down, it’s
likely he’ll get spanked.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.