Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

nixon is still dead

the sheets are department store clean

my tub has been cleansed of it’s sins

there are no shameful hairs
lingering in the corner
behind the bathroom door

the place
where we pretend
others don’t notice

lemons have been forced
into every unnatural crevice

a martha stewart
fresh from cupcake prison
level of futility

but a storm is coming

nixon is still dead

the beloved dog of my childhood
along with him

as i long for a time
when bad men had the decency
to not be your father
and wore ski masks with their suits

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