Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
The following are poems I have crafted
Low Country
all day speeding thru
green pastures, where chopped trees
billow hickory smoke
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I see art exhibits at MOCA
I got to college in Boca
I sip Coca-Cola
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Let’s party.! It’s a long way to the bank!
I can be your head hold up every long
I was watching boy and he was then back down
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I would like to eat a philosophish
so it could fill my belly with logic truth
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I want to seize the day
but I was like no fuck it
I curled up in a white bucket
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I am more of a mess than a rainy day
because you have no idea that I feel this way
BRING OUT THE WINES
You must break in and catch the thief,
while he is in the act of stealing jewelry and cologne
Break into my own home, you mite ask?
Yes,
This will be a fun party
the pristine cleanliness of my apartment
mysterious body that unflushes from my toilet
when I discover something valuable has gone missing
Where have all the things I stole gone?
Someone stole them back
Someone stole them