Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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Blue
Neruda and Stevens wrote poems with blue guitars never green or red. Picasso painted a blue guitarist bent, almost broken boney hands on brown guitar. I think I know why they used blue, but I’m not sure. They didn’t explain or ask permission. 10-15-20
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Pinnochio’s nose
Russian Roulette fool’s game bullet in the cylinder which one? Maskless COVID-19 sprays droplets random involuntary inoculations who’s next? Ranting Maniac warrior king imaginary bone spurs cured he’s still a coward Russian Puppet Putin laughs pulls strings, makes him dance grows his nose Mister Geppetto sawdust brains never was or will be a man strike…
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Old coffee
Years ago, I had a secretary Who’d lecture me on coffee cup hygiene Wash away weeks of hard earned residue I’d tell her coffee was too weak That old coffee added just enough flavor To the Folgers in my cup She’d walk back to her desk, mutter You can make the coffee tomorrow Next day,…
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a question for the next Presidential debate
If your maskless arrogance Slays your child Or slays the child of another Is that murder in the first degree Or negligent homicide America debates the question 10-3-20
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beside distilled water
because our kitchen is too small because we do not have counter space for one of those filtration units that extract death from city water we religiously recycle plastic bottles in a blue plastic barrel the city provides when I exercise, I sweat profusely sit on the porch and guzzle store bought water through a…
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The caressing bow
in fresh mown grass she stood outside the hospice window bow caressed violin _____ on the other side music embraced her mother kissed her cheek and said goodbye 9-23-20
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Not if, but when
too intent on not dying we do not live death examine etchings on walls of passage gouges and scratches on exit door frame stop, carve your initials with X’s and O’s turn the handle and pass through 9-22-20
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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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industrial haiku
where are you going? night of motorcycle roar I want to go, too 9-6-20
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Adverbs
In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…
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