Category Archives: clusterfuck

Insanity (Day 30, 2017)

NaPoWriMo ends today. Insanity Studies show that most people don’t bother to use actual words in text messages because it’s too much effort to spell you being that it takes two more thumb taps and my wife says  clicking the Facebook links … Continue reading

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White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer Reflects on His Life (Day 13, 2017)

The thirteenth day of National Poetry Writing Month. White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer Reflects on His Life I don’t lie.   Sure, I may exaggerate reality, misdirect my interrogators, muddy the  waters, confuse the issue, conflate examples, construct and  attack … Continue reading

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Tom Called Again (Day 12, 2017)

It’s the 12th day of National Poetry Writing Month. Tom Called Again The fourth time today and the 21st of her  four days gone. Lonely more than possessive, he trusts her but fears fate, worries some random accident will take her  … Continue reading

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Blind Bop (Day 11, 2017)

Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo involves bop poetry, a very specific form that seems to update sonnets for the Beat Generation.  This is not my usual style, but what the hell? Blind Bop My eyes leak vision the way old color TVs put … Continue reading

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Hamster Wheel Blues (Day 2, 2017)

Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month.  Try not to judge me too harshly for working outside my comfort zone here. Hamster Wheel Blues Slapdash grab cash Friday night get trashed Sleep it off cough cough Wake alone jerkoff Plug away … Continue reading

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I brought home a kitten

I brought home  a kitten for my wife to cuddle on the couch in front of the TV but it scratched her on the cheek and shat in her slipper which no one noticed until … yuck and now the … Continue reading

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from now on

I bumped into a motorcycle outside of a Flying J  in nowhere Ohio clipped the handlebar with my hip  which hurt but worse knocked the shiny black and chrome machine on its side with me unsure how  to stop the … Continue reading

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