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Poem: Love the Player

“Love the Player” Love the player, but hate the game And never the two confuse. “Support the Troops,” the man will say, Or these freedoms we will lose. But freedoms have been withering Just as our brave men die. Share prices in the...

Poem: Tehachapi

“Tehachapi” Smiling as if I were a prime rib The man — in flattened syllables — said “Te-ha-cha-pi” as though I would know What he meant by such a thing. “I saw you in Tehachapi. Man, you was in jail!” he laughed. I...

Poem: Broken Things

“Broken Things” I champion the broken things: Old-town busted concrete aprons In front of renamed stores. The quiet, soft, lurking decay Slowly overcoming the catalogs left On the floor of the abandoned ranch. This is the straightening of the line: The...

Poem: Apology

The plastic bag from CVS Lay upon the genteel crest. A solemn sign — life in decay. Around here we don’t live that way. But in the bag was a receipt For Ex-Lax and something by “Fleet.” Seems local men are bothered more By constipation than by...

Poem: Old Man Jack in the Glass House

“Old Man Jack in the Glass House” He showed up one morning when We were still moving in to The house that would be our only child. He let himself in through the Rickety doorway in the Two-car garage full of ghosts. He stood in the kitchen with His soft...