some
days these old bones
run too long on empty —
lost
lottery
~Alfred Booth
between
the Ides
and Saint Pat — more
reasons to stumble
~Alfred
Booth
the redwood's root canal: a chainsaw aria
~Robert Witmer
deep in the woods: no clock ticks bite
~Robert Witmer
it’s senescence
not effervescence
when
words no longer
bubble up like alka-seltzer
~James Penha
orange
in the barren tree
a desert moon
~Robert Witmer
purple lips
blowing kisses
beneath a wine-dark sea
~Robert Witmer
Cassandra
an empty bucket echoes
in a dry well
~Robert Witmer
the flyer
for a bungee jump
a money-back guarantee
~Robert Witmer
a spool of time
stitched past its prime
asteroids
in a vacuum
rhyme
~Robert Witmer
Real Poet
I’m a real poet
since I have all of these books
of poetry that I plan
to
have read someday.
~Noah Berlatsky
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