The Only Security

as long as I take care
of my teeth I'll never
be one of those friend

less home
less job
less penni

less hopelessly
drunken
broken

down tooth
less old
poets

 

 

 

 

Promise

What happened to all that
promise? a long-lost friend
blurted, in light of my current
circumstances. I thought; said
I came to see it as a threat,
and broke it like an arrow
in a treaty with myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 poems

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