another one to die
that way there will be good music playing on
my FM dial
I could cut clippings from the newspaper again
and stick it my bedroom walls
reminisce on borrowed nostalgia
and fall asleep
with the radio on
A Nobel Peace Prize Frontrunner
I declared Armistice
between my cat
and a solitary sock found in the basement just last week
a meter maid
and a stop sign
a fair-weathered friend
and his necktie
a large body of water
and a leaking tap in my apartment
I even brokered a sit-down
between a dog
and its tail
a truck driver
and his flat tire
an author
and her muse
I did all this for the good of humanity
and yet I am still sitting on the curb
Waiting to for my invitation to arrive
Image - Paul Pretzer
between my cat
and a solitary sock found in the basement just last week
a meter maid
and a stop sign
a fair-weathered friend
and his necktie
a large body of water
and a leaking tap in my apartment
I even brokered a sit-down
between a dog
and its tail
a truck driver
and his flat tire
an author
and her muse
I did all this for the good of humanity
and yet I am still sitting on the curb
Waiting to for my invitation to arrive
Image - Paul Pretzer
The 23rd international Unitarian Under 40 Poetry Contest
I can't see her eyes,
Because she is always on her fucking Mac.
L'esprit D'escalier (resurrection)
All the girls I never got with
are like dark spots on my LCD screen.
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