WHEN MAN EXPLOITS MANNA
(YOUR SPELL CHECK IS COMPLETE)
Heft about an hour ago
Coming out foe one that day
Clam and focused on his manuscript
In his own elfish way
In his mote room
Two bocks off Central Square
Seemed the prefect spot
To get his fir share
Air-conditioning and teeming radiators
Indigenous names on their sings
It was all knew to us
For the pat two weeks
Ups of strong tea
After the games wee over
It gores on for several moments
For the foreseeable suture
Roost a chicken on it
All the cocks are synchronized
Proper up on two pillows
They don’t teem eye to eye
Pigeons flapping their wigs
It scars the shit out of him
So he took a sic day
He don it on a whim
We can spit a million
Picking the winners and looters
Parrot on a stand in the coroner
He felt an infinity with this
Could use my pace at any time
Just enough for a weak
What mot people’s lives
She put me at east
A forceful snack on my back
It was the kid of a thing to do
Used her as a modal for a class
She didn’t have nay shoes
Way up there in the tanking
Aspire that rises above everything
When man exploits manna
As if it was a fiat accompli
A LIE FILLED WITH JOY
(YOUR SPELL CHECK IS COMPLETE)
Wit family members
See how it is for meow
A hundred expectant feces
Joint us in the here and now
In the mourning paper
He stooped on a dime
Brining the information
Got there in planet of time
A fresh coast of paint
I spooked sugar in it
Guess didn’t tell their hosts
They just too kit
Doves and pained peace signs
Shared a carton of friend clams
Ran a tongue between her hips
We ha dour plans
We would void the interstate
A pile of male was unopened
Cars trolled past in both directions
To loosen out backs and torsos
A tone of money
An agreeable sediment
Had a goof brunch
Like I jut said
Her
big tow
Hair a lot loner
Butt I’m not sure
Ears later he was a goner
Near the sore of Lake Superior
One of the moist exotic cities
Saw myself in a palace
With the backpacks and tenets
On
their basketball tram
Until the time I go tout
Spent my precious ash
On a lass of stout
Back and froth talk
Overt at my place
A lie filled with joy
Right toe your face
BIO
“My recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in bioStories, The Transnational, The Satirist, Coldnoon, Litro, Intima, Numero Ciinq, Taj Mahal Review, Thema, The Offbeat, Wanderlust, Blue Collar Review and The Blotter.
My fiction ‘Summary Report to the Committee’ appears in Overland’s False Documents issue. My story ‘Orwell’s Year’ is just out as a chapbook from Blue Cubicle Press.”
Angry Old Man 