Quick Bop
Upstream trudge, worry
rock in pocket singing about you.
Slide guitar.
Poem About a Rainstorm that Never Occurred
Rain taunted me all day.
Unhinged filibuster afternoon
would have striped syrup from the plates,
soiled the billfolds of aspiring, clueless kids
who pass their best years in places like
this. I'm all for the torrents and blithering
porridge - shower silverware upon our final
spring morning.
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