poetry panics
in other words
to hightail it
on the lam
free to flee and
gone to ground
and looking around
in other words frown
at the frolic of all
the fretwork in

poetry injures
the declarative-
in other words do
declare, to then
seek repair and
unalloyed relief
with belief in a
concrete communiqué


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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