

Poem: Misplaced HopeThey're really lonely place$, though people fill their chair$. Mo$t $it in $ullen $ilence, playing game$ of great de$ign.Poem: Misplaced Hope
The mo$t elaborate being in$ide their head.
Mo$t think it rather harmle$$, but $ome would di$agree. You'll find them now in meeting$, room$ with $tale carpet$.
But they're not $trong like you and me.
$ometime$ it feel$ exciting, thi$ game of ri$k and chance. Happine$$ brought by winning, families deve$tated by hope.
Crumb$ from $ugary $nack$ on the floor.


Poem: Icky StuffSunscreen hated sunscreen... I'd rather not put more of it on my face.Poem: Icky Stuff
Messy greasy messy... Makes my skin white as the Nordic race.
Rosacea ugly rosacea... Comes back when the sun's light invades.
Prickly scarletly prickly... Covers my face like the fucking everglades.
Incurable mostly incurable... Only manageable with aloe and sunscreen.
Sunscreen hated sunscreen... Reminds me that rosacea is mean.


Poem: Gravitational PullI feel alone and ignored. A crowded isolation. Pursuing hopes that crash into nothingness. Gravitational pull of circling bodiesPoem: Gravitational Pull
Yet, the vacuum remains.
Affections unreturned. Concern a one-way trip Lonely truck stops offering empty food. With no gas in their pumps To give away.
Friendship between the covers of pressed wood Good nutrition but not very sweet. Salt and vinegar is better Keeps perspective.
Warren Zevon thought it Splendid Isolation It has some moments that's true. Two, beginning and end Eter
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"We are here to fart around. Don't let anyone tell you any different." - Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I thought you were brought up to say Thank you quicker than that!
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'Don't confuse your beauty with the insolence of youth.'
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