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Touristy , seafaring dreamers hobble -
in churning foam
Gulls circle a lonely Hill Country gnome
Sharing his Fritos
In search of a silver dollar
Struck out this salty aired morning
He's settled for a shell or two ...
Copyright January 13 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
kain
51 Days
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
kain
What if I showed you all the poems I wrote
Would you taste the asphalt
I felt
As I sat and scribed
Would you see the graffiti
The street signs, city life
Would it mean anything
I stopped counting when it stopped making sense. There's no point in going back now.
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
kain
Happy
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
kain
I'm thriving
Growing like a ****
Laughing at midnight
In my room by myself
Not because I'm manic
But because I'm happy
Happy
It's been a while since I've said that
I cut up a pair of old lace tights and now it's a crop top. For me, this is what living feels like.
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
Carlo C Gomez
Backstroking
into a midnight snack.

That's some bad hat, Harry!

See the sign with the fishy graffiti?

It's supposed to be scary.

Come one, come all
on the fourth of July!

Put your kid on a raft
and watch him liquefy.

Then sail the high seas
with Captain Ahab.

Three men in a tub.

Too far out to hail a cab.

Guess we'll see who ends up grub...
 Jan 2020 CK Baker
Carlo C Gomez
Can't be sodium-free, baby
Not when life is in hyperdrive
And microwave is king
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