Beast

Newspapers piled

Like     scattered    leaves.

Instinct battles domesticity.

Stoic defender–

Like a Grenadier,

Silent, in front of the stove,

Until morning comes.

The can opener’s whirr

Says it’s ok

To forgo the hunt.

Workshop Poem

And turned to the boy on the mountain, saying,

Play it again, Sam.

Like a dog munching on a fish,

Or a chef boiling his wife.

Smashing the ninth laptop,

Shards of broken plastic filter down

Into the ectoplasm,

While boys on skateboards zoom by.

 

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