Here is a sample poem from my new book, "Letters":
“Kindergarten Phantasy”
What is this “bond”?
Unreal.
Substitute teacher.
Days gone by.
They tell me tomorrow never comes.
I abstain.
She had a horse,
Went Goth.
I was a very ill egg.
A mentally ill egg.
Now I live in Cancun.
A cold beer is never satisfying.
Nor are any drinks, really.
“It’s all social.”
- A little voice appears to me.
How sad.
Chicago.
Bushes turn grey with time.
Snows thaw us out.
One person’s Christmas
Is another person’s trash.
No, but my instinctive car.
Really?
Drive a BMW off the Autobahn,
Off the limestone cliffs.
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