windrag : poetry : journal

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look here

the one who signs the papers into law
has a familiar name, and is easy to mock.
the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen,
rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.

we know

the steam that I would
blow with snark, i’m saving up
for love poems to you

waking up

winter deepens. it’s
true: my favorite song was written
to sell records.

current events

resentment is the bane of our age. look around: 
if anyone seems an inch taller 
or shorter than you, beware. encountering blame, 
i bend to meet the truth.


the best horse runs at
the shadow of the whip. mid-
autumn: ouch. ouch. ouch.