Monday, February 1, 2016

Bowlegged Knock Down

A poem culled from a recent spam email for prescription drugs outside of the U.S.

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Organize rightness.

Flustered   nihilistic   breakers 
animalizes under steer.
   
Hummingbirds scalp
& takeout sheets.

Leprosy lover.  
Neurotropic,  
Caustically foreign.

Gasworks exacerbation 
shoot out  keynotes.   

Tri-monthly 
we suggest a
bowlegged knock down. 


Understanding Death




It was never the word coma or
the sound of artificial breathing. 
It was clinging to an ice cube 

hand on the central coast 
of Florida pressing for comfort 
as a scared child does to her mother.

I foolishly thought 
she wasn't holding onto me 
but I was mistaken. 

She was patiently waiting 
until I was out of the room 
to finally to let go.