five dollars in the crisper
the gang signs off on the receiver
and all that can be played now
is card games, or lite jams.
adults contemporaneously get up
at night to go to the bathroom
and are depressed by light
and how long it takes to get
the bed back to their perfect form
one body in soot makes a clothespin look kind
another way of outsmarting the fox
is by simply turning
on the weather
all the waterfalls are moaning now
and bad-eyed gladys just stares out the window
she's that chicken from the commercial
going celebrity before pieces of meat.
2 comments:
Hey Tony:
I haven't visited for awhile. You have some great new poems here. "Bad-eyed Gladys" -- love it!
thanks so much! appreciate the kind words immensely! hope all's good on your end.
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