There is a pattern in the sky of dark, in the starry, starry night. Hunters and lions swing amid cumulus, weaving circles into lies. The old boys are at it, those highway blues again, I’m singing, singing, singing, those highway blues again. These men who live in bubbles like an unbrewed cup of tea –Continue reading “Bubble men”
Monthly Archives: September 2018
Body parts
It reeks of disconnect – the severed head, but sing it must anyways of the bluest bluebird high dancing in the mountains and the chickadee darting on a thread of dee dee dee. The desertion of dignity happens with such ease whether pant leg or skirt betraying – no thought to history of sadness onContinue reading “Body parts”
Mouth honor
Propaganda is loved by sycophants and thugs. Venom helps them thrive, without it they would die. Money buys big hair when there’s nothing much up there. Dimes and nickels wind up a torn-up heart disrupting blood flow – extremities are numb. The president of the Nazis is not the one for me, as I amContinue reading “Mouth honor”
Long haul drivers
When hate steps out from behind the door, the ever-talking troll spills venom with each line. He seeks to infect you – reader, with comments unbeknownst to library shelves. Take a stroll down each aisle and peruse each source – you’ll see. Where to follow lonesome star, protection from demons and gizzards and spies? BlueContinue reading “Long haul drivers”
Anne's mediocre poetry 