Check Point

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a threadbare word count has me three
sheets to chagrin

as I compose a pillow of a poem on just
how to begin

and the comforter gives no comfort
as the muse muscles in

as we shared a bed in Baltimore and
again in West Berlin

And there she discovered Schadenfreude
and applies it to this end


day 4 NaPoWriMo 2018


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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.