Nonsense Poetry
some people
content themselves
with nonsense
poetry
they string
endless words, hoping
for what sounds like
brilliance
just give it
to me straight.
Falconer
he stands
in charge
a heavy glove
protecting him
from life's claws.
Bask
allow me to bask
under warm
fingers of morning
sun
allow me to stop
sneezing
clear my head
of all the webs.
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