A Poem I Also Title "The Donner Party"
After an Evening of Reading Richard
Brautigan's Poetry
"What's for dinner?"
"You."
"No, I meant what's
For breakfast."
Avocation
since you never
had time
to behold
this particular
downspout
I went ahead
and did it
for you.
Be Careful
Closing the door
Behind you
The words
You longed for
All night
Ricocheted off the wall
And fell
In a dusty corner
Where thay can
Do no harm.
Day 12,562
The Cleveland Indians
Played well into the night
Against the Texas Rangers.
My game was cancelled.
Escalator
The old regard the
Escalator's efforts
With disdain.
No one meets them
At the top.
I'm Not
writing the poem
titled
"personae vitae"
no one
wanted it.
Jack
He wants to fly
To Jupiter
He starts by crashing
To Earth
Now he's
Got it.
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