Goo-goo talk
Pledge my forever just ‘cause
Whatever comes to mind
Makes sense to your body,
Nights holds the moon
Day Sky is Blue
Some say love trumps all
Some die too soon
Casual Maniac Misanthrope
Misguided mind madness
Injured, some say
Subtle ‘sguised sadness
Turned loose
Finally got what I’d asked for
Facing long-awaited moment of unsafety,
Realizing its full effect.
By Hunter Keyser
“Have you read Don Quixote?”
My old man probes,
“Because you tip windmills.”
No, I haven’t,
Ah, yes
How a room should look: nothing in it
Corners visible
Fan dangles center, it is revealed
Inner Fuel,
Sometimes Gastric Gasoline,
Sometimes Tummy Sunlight,
Never air.
In each of our own narratives,
Pantry of Concrete
Ever drying, ready to eat.
Delicious bits of cement and rocks
All packed in mason jars
Igloo on the prairie
Realizes it’s an outsider
Has a meltdown.
Cries a pool of tears
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Moon shoes tread adulterated marsh land
He wants the right bounce under his feet