To the Guy Snoring in the Library
How can you – yes you!
sleep
at a time like this
sleep
with all these books
sleep
magazines, CD’s, audiobooks
sleep
reference books, dictionaries
sleep
yes you! at a time like this
sleep
snoring learning against the pole
sleep
you looked like you were studying
sleep
but it put you to
sleep
and I was kinda glad that
sleep
a guy who works at the library
sleep
woke you up and also glad
sleep
that I didn’t sit near you
sleep
even though I wrote this poem
about
you
sleeping.
The Butcher’s Broom
Of that ilk
of that sort
a tartness in wine
harsh and stiff manner
won’t work with
groups of peasants
tenants in common
occupying a cottage
and some land
a happy little coterie
clubs and society
sharing the same attitudes
passion for particular topics
a tight-knit group
persistent, territorial, consistent
the rise against
landowners and
their eponymous estates
rapid
huge
inexorable
upheaval
speaking, pleading, personifying
unyielding
inflexible
a fitting etymology
for things made
things talked about
things to change.
Starved for Correction
The correction fluid
lacks nutritive value
it’s devoid of
significant value or
interest and maybe
a little juvenile
or puerile … jejune
just like you
the bottle’s empty
I poured it
out the meager
hungry paper dying
to be corrected
will have to
suffice on morsels
or curb its
appetite a rarely
satisfying proposition but
all it’ll ever
get in emotions
caring, empathy, sympathy
from someone like
you.
Dumpster Fire Press 
Reblogged this on LB Sedlacek and commented:
Honored to have some of my poems featured here …
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