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I’m quick to run
from the writing

prompt to backhand
the muse and skim
porn on Tumblr
and yell at the
puppy who plopped
on the floor making
the turntable skip
so I couldn’t quite
decipher that lyric
I’m stealing
and it’s
all downbeat
from there

—another lame ass repost from near a decade ago

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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