Moe and I had a conversation.
Which prompted the poetaster in me to produce this:
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Moe and I had a conversation.
Which prompted the poetaster in me to produce this:
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These just fell out of my brain:
I.
Somehow,
My left-leaning brain is
Hot-wired
For untangling strings
Of lights.
Come Christmastime,
I make a killing,
Charging by the minute
Because it only takes a few
To undo the damage
Of 365 days in cold storage.
A year in attic lockdown
Feeds me
For six months.
I can’t afford clothes,
Though. Luckily,
There’s a nudist colony
At the edge of town.
Greg Hernandez presents: “My Heart is Saying: New”