windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

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.

untitled

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