Someday,
there’s a story
I’d like to tell.
But
I have to
live
to tell it.
And
first
I have to
live
to
experience
it.
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Misunderstood
You are a
muffin
in chains.
A placenta
in jeans.
A sack of
hot cheese.
You are a
misunderstood
non sequitur.
Learn to listen,
please.
Clouds
Clouds crawl
in
loosely affiliated
shadows,
steamy across
the dirt roads
of abandoned houses.
A reminder that
life
goes
on
and ultimately
the planet
doesn’t
give
a
damn.
Wetness
It’s the sound that
wincing makes
As I rip up carpet
and other
various flooring in
this
old
farmhouse
Waiting for the rain to start
And the rain to stop
Pages curl
And
wetness
dries
Just as slowly
As it means to.
Rexicorn 