THICK, BROWN POEMS #lucky7

DAY 4

That grey dog is back again.

He scratched a message

in the dirt round my eyes-

telling me,

‘Next time I’ll bring a friend’.

KIDS WITH COCKS

Fast.

Faster.

Too fast,

and not fast enough.

Closed mouth.

Called bluff.

Rhymes are for kids.

Stories for crossed legs

and glue gloss on the back

of your hand.

Luck.

Lucky is she.

The one with the switch.

While he is the one,

Always leaning-

toward the cliff.

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