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cold calculating Colombians
clamor for clams in Colorado
With a cocaphony of cats that
Cant quite collapse the crowd
cuz Callisto is calling.

My Last Lecture

Sometimes daily life grinds.

Saw mill singing bullshit.

And we get tired of the weight

The stones stacking on our backs

Driving us into the grave.

We start seeing grey

Like Charlie Chaplin,

We hold our tongues.

We need to wake up

From our stagnant delusions

Our false truths

Our cerebral contusions.

See through a child’s eyes.

We need to get caught in a storm like Dorothy

Find a new home out west.

I don’t care anymore

Fuck it!

I’m done trying to help you see.

Find a reason to live life

Or end it now zombie bitch

You’re already dead.

Morning cup for Joe

The doorbell clinks when I enter.

Dolores is the only one

Here, still wiping down the counter

After fifty years.

                “Black coffee 2 sugars Joe?”

Have I ever changed?

Her hair is still permed in strawberry curls

Which now and then droop in front of her hazel eyes.

Her nametag is so warn that only Ores is readable

So I joke and call her doll.

The coffee is still hot here

The eggs are still soggy and the toast always burnt.

The juke box in the corner still plays alright,

I slide silver into the slot and hear the grinding, clicking, and whirring.

I play a song I’ve heard probably a thousand times before.

As I walk out the door I look back

She is good for still waiting on me