Poems from gpoehm

What is there to do when victories turn to ash     before the confetti is swept up? I can't recall the last time I was swept up     by a...
How often am I to swallow this wasps' nest? My throat has been swollen since the first time     I misunderstood where honey came from....
Look at all this luggage cluttering around. Day packs cling like masks forgotten. They underscore my fear of  waking up.   Those bags in...
This must be what all these poets keep writing about. Sun rays replace moon beams, hours slip into memories, and the "do not disturb" sign...
   Snap-crackle-and-pop go the synapses in my brain.      Snap-crackle-pop           Snap-crackle... pop?   Uhmm... Jaysus, sorry. I forgot...

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