Litter Bug Words can (shake Spear) into the skin And play Right on to (thee Ate her) books Dance to music Call out pages While all (litter Sure) has a place
Control Loneliness is like a pillow A short… distance is fine Still from fifty… …feet It won’t protect you Sometimes I wish I were really alone And the chiffon demons would leave There not mine anyway Too, have cupid’s arrow-smiths And the other one Exit my sub–conscience mist
Denny E. Marshall has had poetry recently published and rejected.
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