Friday, 5:33 p.m.

I have a
“What Would
Jesus Do”
flask.
And is it
too much
to ask
that that
flask
stop leaking
spirit
into the
inside pocket
of my
bomber jacket?

Myth Two

I try to keep
character creep
from infecting
my mission
statement

No need to
hero
or
coward
take a stand
or heed the
call

I like the law
of averages
in living
average

Those easy days
of the every man
But that’s
a myth,
too

Show Some Damn Leg!

I read something
I’m always reading
something
but this something
said
when hemlines move
south
the economy is
perceived
as weak knead
so,
my love’s Vogue,
Harper’s Bizarre,
and even Town &
Country
skinnies spring’s
down turn

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Three poems in an hour with a bourbon and water back: starting at Friday, 5:33 p.m.. hence the title. @ 6:04 a bourbon pour. Finished poem three at 6:23 PM

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