Inhuman Swill : Poems : Page 2
Just resting
Dead squirrel lies prone, Chin resting on its two paws. Looks like it's sleeping. ...
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Memory Lane
She strains at the leash, Trying to turn the corner. "Not that way," I say. But Ella insists, So I give in and follow. Not that big a deal. This short, narrow lane, It's a valid path back home, Not...
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The trade-off
Maggie Thatcher's dead, but so is Roger Ebert. Always a trade-off. ...
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Signs of spring
cigar aroma wafting in from the golf course signals that it's spring ...
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Tasting notes
Malt Caramel Subtle peppery undertone Juniper Crisp pine Grapefruit aroma Chocolate Mellow hops Rich toffee notes Freshly baked biscuits Clean desert aroma Citrus weed Tangy cactus spine Horse blanket Slight nuttiness Hints of bourbon Smoked rubber Magnesium flare Coconut oil...
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Biking on Bryn Mawr
Biking on Bryn Mawr Avenue, clear sky, afternoon sun, I pull over to the curb for the ambulance hurtling my way. But it turns on Clark, and as I pass through the intersection I see the gapers gathered, the body...
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A higher attraction
If we were zombies I promise you that I would love you for your brain ...
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Robert A. Black Golf Course, Warren Park, Chicago
Golfers in the rain with travel mugs of coffee, like this is their job. ...
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