OLD WHITE MEN

in Poetry

I should start
with a prissy poem
or a hissy fit
or face the fact
that woke words trend
and to that end
privilege this word
over your parlance
and beg pardon

because to
barter the difference
is to dicker
with a glossary
which makes grievance,
yours and mine, maybe similar
but not synonymous, so, as no signature
feels selfsame, we resort to type:


NaPoWriMo Spring Training…2018 …my last rodeo…and still not sure how I’m going to corral ’em here.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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