April 12, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Spring whistles at winter groping it Via screeching taxi drivers Wheels feeling the unclad Pavement up and down Melting tar and smell scattering Noses like sugar Rays of light Peel off winter and go Burlesque turning peep shows Into squint fests Couch old enough to sip whiskey All night gets tossed outside To make small […]
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April 11, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Big lake like a sodium free ocean Skinny boy body bereft of bad Habits Mud-slinging breaks the surface Of August morning water we want To be clean and calm light sifting Its sharp fingers through us Making us young and less pink Skin taught by the sun Building dirt castles Where water meets our clocks […]
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April 10, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Sniffling down a back country road Heels digging in, gravel scraping Brown patent leather shoes fresh From a misguided campaign Hands shaking Country smells like a determined spring Ring through the nose The pig don’t rut Shade of the magnolias keep Blood from boiling beautiful bad dream turned real Shot to the gut Lead and […]
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April 9, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Death unto my eyes comes from a distance. Hurry and wait like renewing Your license to be. No frail painted endings can be seen from my fire. No tears for a lucky number. Winter stumbles in like a drunken trapper Not knowing to be sad. The day ends With a fuse bright that doesn’t look […]
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April 8, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Down by the creek doors always open I said marry me You said ferry me To the other side of this wide life You’ll be my wife Little white church In a green green field Dancin’ in the aisles when the prayin’s done Rippin’ an’ shoutin’ like the Lord wanted Us ta have fun til […]
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April 7, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Please set up the cannon to be shot in the early morning The Governor is coming to town and we care Not a bit to drill the new fuse hole Find the cannon red and blue steel buried under dirt and Time up on Miller’s homestead. Why can’t goddamn Miller control his boys It was […]
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April 6, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Cowering before the gangly young woods Enter and be freed by sapling twigs Biting the side of a frost captured face Taste the frozen palette of the bright Colorless world painted by blushing winds Enter and be claimed by life and death Co-mingling on a forest floor The crunch of death is buoyed By the […]
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April 5, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
She cut her teeth on diamonds and fire She was the love of my strife Held her near as horses trampled By elegant and emaciated Veins of red ice frozen still Estranged from tomorrow Tethered to yesterday’s gone She was my kingdom I was her scene and electricity Of the human kind Enough energy to […]
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April 4, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
Hey you with your books Don’t gimme your looks Off your high horse And talk to the pawns We don’t live in fastidious times Puttin’ down hideous rhymes But to get to the point We’ve gotta look around To get to the truth We’ve gotta be found Love is like The longest hike A blackboard […]
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April 3, 2018 | Posted by jspaff
The refrigerator is rotten It’s shiny and stainless Stealing glances from the stove Upright and dependable But cold and keeps to itself Lately a smell emanates From beneath its non-sentient seething When questioned it remains Impervious and above reproach What’s going on What are you hiding I scream, not caring It outweighs me and gives […]
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