Friday, January 31, 2014

New Poems: Words from Not Myself and Seasonal Change



 
 
SEASONAL CHANGE
 


In the bungalows of happiness

householders put up their

can goods of well-wishes
 


Out back
the kids are

stoking bonfires of resentment

in derelict steel drums


 
Darkness and winter

are waiting at the end of the street.

 
NOT MYSELF

I’ve been put in this position before.
Waking up in the middle of the night
to utter phrases
not my own
(and with no one to hear them).
 
 
 
 
 

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