Friday, January 31, 2014

New Poems: Words from Not Myself and 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.


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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