man walks on the road
as a car crests the hill top
neither will give way
Tag: Outlaw
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fried bread and hamburger
garlic, onions, cheese and sauce
cooking with my heart
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tics coat my dog’s back
i pinch them off one by one
love should not draw blood
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waiting in my room
bandcamp sales are not working
17 years in music
I think of all my favorites trying to stay alive during Covid-19
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playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing
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my shelaighlee stick
rests easily by the front door
at hand for new guests
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red paint on black tree
surrounded by privilege
the marked know their color
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five vans parked at house
garbage bags on the windows
looks like meth is back
wherever i go someone is cooking or running a grow op.
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the smell of fresh bread
outside the biker’s clubhouse
warns me to beware
true story – a club with anti-tank stantions camouflaged with flowers used to take advantage of the bakery they were next to when cooking crank i remember fondly
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man sits on his chair
watering the sun-baked lawn
the riots are over
Outlaw Poetry 