Time Sucks How quickly I lose my love As the pieces of it drop Down like micro mirrorballs; Tiny sparkles floating down and shattering On the roller rink floor.
Love the World You’re In When you read poems in the am, You are guaranteed To cry before noon; Life a spoon serving All of it to you. Cereal to Crunch and pop, Snap and crackle. Someone else’s widowed
Logophile Poet at the March So many signs. Words Written the day before or Of. Hold them up Above us all. Photos for Instagram activism and The clever meme. Maybe. But I fear the pen. Scribe Letters a
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