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Drive Up
He used to think -he'll drive up.
One morning
Seeing a shining sun
He will drive up.
No girl friend, it is too personal.
Through the winding dirt road
Meandering amid meadows.
Long and weary,
The villages to and fro,
He has saw
The dust and ash in the heads of green sycamores
He
Will drive up.
He used to think -he'll drive up.
One morning.
Up north, where from his father
Has traveled to setup a home here
Up north where his old man
Dreamed to die.
A pond
Ten pairs of chicken
Oh, never forget king and queen-
The ducks.
He used to think -he'll drive up.
One morning.
Only that fine morning
Like life insurance quote other fine mornings
He has to work on 5 more cars.
Garage'll close at 6 o'clock
She will come by the road to the slum.
Another days anal gone to liquidation.
And, he has no car.
A Day In Her Life
At the park, beneath the metallic tree,
She is to meet him.
See her, make her mind on dresses,
See her, doing things one generally do
On that occasion.
Perming, curling and so on.
She may have done,
A few more things for perfection,
But she has other chores.
A job to survive.
"You know kitty, survival is a job without a vive."
The cat stretches itself and yawns.
It jumps over the garden birth control
To a temporary oblivion.
Any other day and she would have looked up
Today of course, She is to meet him.
At the park, beneath a metallic tree,
Clouds the sky as much as You can,
They must need
A bit privacy.
Only to know he has moved over
He needs her no more.
Deep Within The Night
The last scream
Sips in.
Sips in my neuron
And, fogs my dream.
A series of late morning wake-ups,
Rings to alarm you
medical marijuana what you won't get,
Won't ever get.
Neighborhood lighthouse
Has been neutralized.
Hand a mug to your life.
A long day is to come.
In mid morning
You will muse
On Michigan Lemon Laws screams were they?
And, that's all.
To you it's more vital
To think of "how to get rid of a girlfriend".
A scream for scream's sake
Deep within the night.
Deep within you.
Carnival Rolls
A carnival rolls on
Blocked roads
Stalled window of mostly deserted bus
Colorful vista.
Their gifts of cheap laughter
Their way of stooping to gather
Sacred sweets thrown...
Even odor of body
More fragrant.
A road assorted with mirth, glee, poison, and smell
I came down
Greet me with suspicion and glances
Till I tear open my costume
I am a human
Just like everyone.
I am a poet by default.