there are days
i feel
more like
one of those
sea gulls
you see
in a strip mall
parking lot
in a landlocked town
far
from the sea
there are days
i sit in the car
as they fly
overhead
and shit
on my windshield
while wondering
why the pea brained
little bastards
are so ineptly
lost
yet even then
i still feel
uncomfortably close
to understanding
i fear
there is something
unsettling
about this level
of distasteful
recognition
but i cannot
shake it
Mike, your writing reminds me of the poetry of Billy Collins, a favorite poet of mine. Cheers and thanks for the amazing poetry.
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thanks for reading it, and your kindness as always. I’ve never read Billy Collins. Haven’t really read much poetry, to be honest. I’ll give him a shot though.
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I think you’ll enjoy his stuff!
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it’s not bad at all. I’d love to one day be a Poet Laureate. Dream goals.
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You never know, meanwhile dreaming about it is fun.
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Well versed š
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I envy their freedom. The judge told me next time I shit on a windshield that Iām going away for good.
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I should have never called the police. I’m still sorry.
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Nah, you did me a favor. When those cops pulled up I had my hand on the knife. No telling what would have happened had they not shown up when they did.
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Wow, I can only imagine the unsettling thought of that.
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