Who should we believe,
dozens of women or one
lying pedophile?
Who should we believe,
dozens of women or one
lying pedophile?
She softy kisses
me goodbye, my lips waiting
for her kiss hello
Some poems come in
a quick flurry, while others
take their own sweet time
Rivers receding,
flood levels dropping, I'm still
searching for blue sky
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The rain around here
has been so crazy, I think
it's deluge-ional
Trump flips off worker,
that one finger summing up
all of his I.Q.
You should grow a beard
It makes you look distinguished
and helps hide your face
A pagan in God's
house, this particular wolf
is wearing cotton
December's here, all
of November out the door,
January looms
The carpet looks like
a large flock of birds flying.
I walk carefully
Mooratorium:
the temporary stop to
your boat at the pier
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Crows on both sides of
the street, so we drove slowly
past the murder scene
Merde-atorium:
the temporary stop to
anything shitty
Mare-atorium:
the temporary stoppage
of female horses
Myrrhatorium:
the temporary stop to
baby Jesus gifts
More-atorium:
the temporary stoppage
of wanting extra
Mirratorium:
the temporary stoppage
of shiny items
Her smile says, "I will
have sex later" Her boots say,
"You should get in line"
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Maratorium:
the temporary stoppage
of things from the sea
Why did the Southern
Ocean cross the road? To get
to the other tide
New Year's Day: Hoping
this one is better than last
year's dumpster fire