My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.


sticks and stones

Those boys are out there
running the city down,
Packs of hungry debutantes
Wine, cheese crackers..
They are out there in the world
Shaving down there six packs
Sucking in their guts
Looking lean
Looking mean

But that is only a mirror backed dream
These are soft mama boys
Peach fuzz, teeth white pillow dreams
Denim, stone washed
Acid washed, but well washed
Pressed, hung up, starched
Jeans that never see
Late Sun up,
Or days hung over
A miss match to the sheen
Of glossy, hard up,
Angular boys on the last page

They are out there trying on disguises
Proclaiming this is the best
This is the night,
A great nite
Something i wont remember
No matter how hard i
Next time i’m standing alone in the laundry mat
Watching the other lovers clothes
turn through the last rinse cycle


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