“this is not poetry” no. 3/xx

Drunk in greeneville, December 2015

Nothing ever sounds as good sober when conceived under the influence.

“this is not poetry” no. 2/xx

staying up late in lewisburg, december 2015

Ambition prompted me to wrap presents in various decorative papers. I wrapped three presents before impatience thwarted ambition.

what I was thinking

Was that yesterday I wanted to spend the entire day sitting next to you

And I fairly well succeeded

an apology to coffee

the coffee mug is lukewarm,
signaling the passage of time
since last I sipped from its
darkened depths
and I sigh for the beans
that came all this way for
such an uninspired fate.

would if I were a royal
or diplomat, whose lips
on the merit of imagined
importance perhaps taste
more deeply and profoundly
than my own; then my
little liquid companion might
feel less cheated by my
unintentional neglect.

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Home Remedy

Velveteen dreams scheme
to make the brain drink
Ovaltine in bed

Malted mix will you fix
the soupy mess that
salted my poor head?