...or if you're reading this tomorrow morning: Early morning poetry circle. Hey, I just wrote this piece, and in keeping with the literary side of this fine old blog, I figured I'd post it and show big bad video what the media of writing can do. Dig!
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I am the sleepy
highway
patrolman
my gun holster
is
lonely
when I drive at night
the stars open
for me
lovers I caught
and shooshed away
from back woods burnt out car
carcasses
I have little friends
and a racing stripe upon
my car
the coffee cup
and the radar gun
of
a miracle
life
I saw a killer once
take his wife
by the back of her blonde hair
and sugar her
teeth across the reeds of his
lips
I saw a thief take
his shoes and toss them into
a flaming barrel
my wife
lives miles away
across black lanes of tar and fetid lines
of mark starting and
stopping
...and hey, just because I love all you guys, here's another poem free of charge.
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collected raindrops
in jar
containers
will resonate after two
weeks
of a grand explosion
says a tom cat
faced
miscreant
into a tin can tied
with string
and across the way in night
and
heat
a little girl giggles
and
imagines a mushroom cloud
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