This Is Just How Was Is
You are walking. You & things like others are. Like we. Like us. Then we stops to admire a mannequin in the window of a condemned building. We asks why, why are we here & this & is there ever enough toast? Us unties laces, lays down before the concrete motions to split.
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Seeing Leaves
For the last time, I’m sure. It’s bright. I’m not shaved, drunk awake. Where are you because you’re here? Where? Here.
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Signed
I went grocery shopping. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I was the only still drunk person there. Does it matter? As much as anything does. Sing to me once more my love comes through my speakers. You’re not here & I don’t want to stay.
More poetry at Used Furniture.
The three poems by Parker Tettleton obviously took a lot of time to write and probably went to many revisions. He seems to be writing more and more Polish haiku, a form that has severe requirements,