Category: Scribbles

“19”

Lonesome morning running shoes.
Rain on the way to the
Dollar jail. Forget lying preachers.
Goodbye doctors.

from Four Line Blues Poems

“Scruples”

The gloaming brings a pulsation.
Here I yield. Thither I go.

At the least I'll pull and all-nighter.
At the most I'll be carelessly disobedient.

The figurative is piffle.
The literal is caution.

from Firsts and Lasts

“8”

Your mercy letter satisfied my sorry.
Forget the love. Lost any on
Crying blind rain. Take back all
She put on a name.

from Four Line Blues Poems