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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

At Zoetrope: The Day the Poetry Died


Requiem 
by GC

 It's goodbye 
to Sunday poetry 
almost as if there's 
no more American Pie 
no Chevvy 
no Levee 
we cry 
because yesterday 
6-21-2015 
was the sad day 
that Sunday poetry 
 was to die 

 R.I.P. Sunday Flash Poetry 
A Zoetrope Tradition 
2001-2015 

 (6-22-15)

Monday, June 15, 2015

Live it!

It's A Hungry Life
By GC

Life can be a rib eye steak,
bloody red and waiting
to be devoured by a
gluttonous world

Life can be a petit four,
pink and white, sugar coated,
ever ready to assuage
a hungry world

Life can be a Hershey kiss,
brightly wrapped in foil,
waiting to be tasted
to be savored

Life can be moonshine whiskey,
distilled through an old auto radiator;
fiery raw and poisonous,
tearing guts, blinding us.

Life can be a jug
of heavy cream
to sooth the wild beasts
who roam our worlds

That's life, the good and the bad of it,
the smooth and the rough of it,
the tranquil and the wild of it;
life, she's a funny old possum

Sunday, June 14, 2015

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Lazy Daze
By GC

I should
have
done it
yesterday
but tomorrow
is
an other day
so
here in the
hammock
is where
I'll stay
today