My sadness is packed
inside Home Depot moving
boxes. I’m finished.
Tag: Poetry
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Sometimes the grass is
greener. Building four’s oak rocks
a tailored moss suit.
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Bones spur. Cartilage
tears, splits. Pain takes her sweet time.
Diagnosis: old.
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Hours stealing years.
Pulled over for light speeding.
Mom…are we there yet?
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MCA. Mike D.
AD ROCK. Madonna kissed punk
rap domination.
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The neighbors planted
roses, soil dark and rich.
Wait. Those are tulips.
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Blinded eyes. Voices
silent. Splintered benches sit
alone. Football rests.
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Penalty given.
Gloved fingertips stretch beyond
her limitations.
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Gandalf believed in
Bilbo, Shire burglar.
The dwarves? Not so much.
Floodlights and Goalposts 