This is a poem about what getting coffee used to be like in the old days.
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Old Bike
Found youIn the shed when I moved inI fixed your broken tireAfter flipping throughA bicycle repair bookNow I ride you around and park youwithout even locking you upbecause you are too free for chains Plus if they take youfrom where i park youin the town squareIt is more their gainthen my lossI like the ideaContinue reading “Old Bike”
Fit
A few more glasses before bed and I’ll be ready to run a marathon.
Sun of Night
I wonder if the moonwonders about daytime.earlier me might say,’That’s a waste of time, moondon’t wonder about things you will never be able to be.’But earlier me would be wrong wondering about things that will never be is exactly what makes them beI betif you asked the moon a different questionmaybe, ‘who has taught youContinue reading “Sun of Night”
Confront your demons
Don’t be fooled by Dracula he says he has a widow’s peak but it’s really male pattern baldness somehow that makes him a lot less scary David O’Boyle