i have been cooking up a sci-fi or fantasy or maybe one of each, story.
Here are the WIP’s of poems I’m working on, very rough and they all need to be expanded and trimmed along with better words chosen.
-old tractor
old tall frail skinny farmer
riding a tall rusty red tractor
thin hard tires
going along
as if asthmatic
tractor coughing up black lung
poor black woman
soaked of silent remorse
sweat soaked
clothes across
the clothes board grinding out all
hot sunned
works of days past
-ice cream
white vanilla
sweet n creamy
silky sweet
creamy & cold
as shivering skin
and loud as
chattering teeth
I love the sound of paper
crackling
i think there should be an
instrument made of this
-haircut
feeling the cool
breeze across
a freshly mowed
lawn
-Boyd & Wurthman
-leaky roof
drips in my bucket
natures metronome
as i sit
and tap out a rythym
on the dinning room table.
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