HUMPDAY

occupational
hazardous metal shards fly
bringing your eye home

TWO TUESDAYS

The bedroom is dark
Nine A.M rain lagging like
A haunting mistress.

I like watching you
Whipping up an Italian
Dish, made for TV.

FOUR MONDAY

It rains here march spring
It's in between temperatures
The tree buds sprout green.
=
It feels quite strange here
Realizing these walls have
Made my home unclear.
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I hate itchy ears
There is nothing to be done
For shifty bodies
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A blob like circle
Spread neatly on its side like
A bed of flowers.