my dime a dozen
bird song,
you gong,
and
move on-
i trill
sonnet,
you vomit,
i rescue
hair-
whisperin’
haiku..
you gag,
do i
inspire..
desire me
too?

my dime a dozen
bird song,
you gong,
and
move on-
i trill
sonnet,
you vomit,
i rescue
hair-
whisperin’
haiku..
you gag,
do i
inspire..
desire me
too?

reissuing of collection from autumn, 2021
results from ’round the clock,
retouched and
re-exposed,
24 poems in
24 hours
to divert
hands from strokes
more dour,
24
omens-
24 hours a
season
each turn
hurts,
24 excuses to
shower
in
dirt.

*available at no charge*
no refunds. 😉
+++
e-book: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/QJVrPi4KyTSwL121yU4HSw
document:
took
tomorrow,
hoping today
would
look the other
way,
this old man’s
45..
flips all day,
any day
it skips, it
skips..
spin cycle
sick-
it
skips,
page one
rips..
page two
sticks to script,
time tripping
on loose
hands,
but
a drop
in sea of
man.

rhapsody’s
tricky
to
rhyme
believably,
naturally, certain
words don’t
work,
unglued brain
at work..
pressed to find
catharsis,
tulips planted
where my
arse
is,
rhapsody’s
a trying rhyme,
just wasting
time.
*inspired by Gord Downie Lyric

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