Artificial Rose


did the dishes, now I can die

bought a watermelon big as a pony.

I don't own a motorcycle. or a lawnmower.

a hula hoop. a pickup truck.

a house. or a squirt gun.

jeez this is hard. walking uphill

arms full, objects in sharp piles

everything with its own name, own use

own rules. it slips from my grip, falls

on my bare feet, hooray for everything

I’ll fail. remember. you'll fail.

big funeral, renegade clouds

I’ve lived long enough

in peach flavored hell.

how about you?

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Bud Smith lives in NYC, and works heavy construction in New Jersey, building and maintaining power plants and refineries. His books are the novels Tollbooth and F-250, the short story collection Or Something Like That and the poetry collection Everything Neon. www.budsmithwrites.com
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   2 years ago
Bud like your use of the period; Emily used the dash.....

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