Two Poems

3 Amusement Park Rides

The Amateur’s Gripe Crappy titles, poet laureates— the world's full of ’em. A Muse (Oneself) I produced a frayed cord from the back of the doll— GET TO WORK YOU BASTARD! Poem-a-Whirl On the last loop a speck of the universe lodges in my eye. 4 Herbal Teas Temple of Peace I entered once just to drop off a package. Life Force Sometimes I even pray sitting on the toilet—I won’t go into specifics. Inner Drive Seeking salvation I take the Pope- mobile for a spin. New Dawn I’ve stopped losing my hair. I’m surrounded by women. What gives holy wheel?

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