Author: cfblack
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Hoosier hospitality
To the ground hog that lives under our son’s garden shed This is your eviction notice we will shovel mothballs in your burrow tomorrow You may move next door there is plenty of room under the neighbor’s deck Don’t take this personal but Hoosier Hospitality has come to Pittsburgh 9-9-20
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Driving toward Pittsburgh
dear siri, today, while driving towards pittsburgh I wrote a poem in my head I’ve lost it can you help me find it ? I promise I will take back all those horrible things I’ve said about you 9-8-20
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This is not a poem.
just posting because this is what covid was like… I used to have entertaining and/or inspiring dreams; lately, they have taken a dark tone. Sleep is not a rebooting or escape; it is anger, fighting and frustration. I wake up tired and worse for wear. This cannot be good for mental health. 9-7-20
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Ricky
Ricky moved into a new house built on an old grass landing strip of Shambaugh Airport Three years older than everyone in 4th grade he’d chase me home from school One day, I ran into our house home early, Dad made me go back out and fight Ricky put me in a headlock I bit…
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industrial haiku
where are you going? night of motorcycle roar I want to go, too 9-6-20
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Drapes
today I don’t know why but today I thought of you and wondered why today one day the house was empty the next day it was not drapes in every window we must have been fifteen you moved into a house on Osage I was your paperboy the Journal & Courier sent a note to…
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Questions for a podophiliac
Tell me, what’s so cool about glass slippers you only wear at royal balls? Calves are sexier in high heels and the butt angle is more inviting. When I think of slippers I think of fuzzy comfort to keep your feet warm not something that may shatter, if a Prince Charming steps on your foot.…
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September 1969
Whose car is that? …..Mine I didn’t say you could have a car …..It’s a gift If I thought you needed a car I’d get you a car …..An old couple whose yard I mow …..came by the grocery with it We don’t take charity …..Dad – they were just being nice No! they were…
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a poem for G.K. Chesterton
Relaxing in the dark the moon appears luminous in the trees above my yard. I wonder who started the rumor about the moon being made of green cheese, when clearly it is Havarti curd. I savor a bite of extra sharp New York style cheddar cheese and say, the next slice is for you, Mr.…
