POEM 021/100

June 30, 2012

Bright plumage to attract a mate

Camouflage to elude a predator

—So many people choose the wrong option


POEM 020/100

June 29, 2012

Hackles like lumps of unbaked dough

eyes the colour of blue cheese dressing

a shaved scalp like a fresh hog carcass

 

He had the jowly look of a man

who’d had, at least once in his life,

another man killed


POEM 019/100

June 26, 2012

We joked with the neighbours

he wasn’t long for this world—

and he wasn’t


POEM 018/100

June 21, 2012

He never had the chance

to experience

so many things

 

Like being neutered

 


POEM 017/100

June 20, 2012

Knelt beside the curb where our kitten lay dead

I touched your back

and noticed you’d put your sweater on inside out


POEM 016/100

June 18, 2012

The first time I kissed a girl

was at the school dance

of all possible clichés

 

I was 16

and not too drunk

on nerves

to notice the taste

of stale cigarette smoke

on her tongue


POEM 015/100

June 16, 2012

I was fifteen

when a girl finally wanted me to kiss her

I realized a dozen years too late


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