Tag: pome
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Clomping Down The Stairs (Winter Love Poem #1)
Clomping down the stairs, No strength to glance back again Steel storm door hissing closed Lug-soled boots bang torden! On the dry pine treads. Yank on a soft scarf, spun around, Teeth crack against teeth Tongues hungry tentacles, Roots seeking soil, It’s snowing hard outside, blowing Sideways, windows clatter Your thigh insisting between mine, Cold…
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An Hour From Boise (another excerpt from an abandoned story)
There’s this pit of the stomach feeling, I know you know it, when you blaze over the crest of a slope on the highway with the Pogues blaring Streams of Whiskey from a dozen speakers and that big block Chevy 454 thundering backup, and the unmistakable profile of a Ford Police Interceptor crouches on the…