Firsts & Lasts

“Scruples”

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

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

The figurative is piffle.
The literal is caution.

-K-

Firsts & Lasts

“Take a Fit”

Tellurians plodding half-heartedly to
Weekday carrels.  There is no merriment
For the voiceless mass.

Bosses excoriate through a variety of
Mendacious media.  Their intentional
Propaganda is as genuine as their workplace "family."

Our drudgery is ours.
Our anger is ours.
Our hours are theirs.

-K-

Four Line Blues Poems

“2”

Sunday's tears blame Friday's crazy.
Monday's prison tomorrow.
I feel despair knowing this whiskey
From town is where the Preacher been. 

-K-

Firsts & Lasts

Gallimaufry

Your words are synonyms for armament.
A peddler of malignity.  Trying to sell a 
Megahit of leanness.  

Take a breath.
Realize my lenity is not 
Owed to your benevolence. 

Self-worth is for the self.
It's not for you to sell 
You evil pitchman.

-K-

Four Line Blues Poems

“1”

I cried a sweet lonesome letter before morning.
Goodbye doctor bills.  Gonna face the 
Deep life. Feeling sick drink trouble.
An aching hearted nobody.

-K-

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