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.



a rumor
straight from the head of the herd
rumbled right into my ear

i heard
there is a hole
in my life

some say it has your shape
that you could pass right through it

it can be seen
   my gut
   my head
   my stomach
   bad sitcoms,
   my toenails
   grocery stores
   satellite photos

i did try to patch it up
with malt devices
   malt o milk
   malt shakes
   malt o meal
and most of all
   malt liquor

but even now
if there was any chance
to dance one last night
i would
on any planet you choose


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