“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
“#26”
So Monday's heart fell Down blind. It's a lonely Thing to find despair hanging. Coming away hurting. -for Corrine-
-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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