Saturday, March 16, 2019

Standard Man by C.M. Crockford

I've become a standard man,
keeping some steady routines.

I've become a standard man,
drinking strictly after five.

I've become a standard man,
howling at the moon only on weekends.

I've become a standard man,
avoiding cockfighting rings.

I've become a standard man,
hating my job.

I've become a standard man,
taking out the garbage.

I've become a standard man,
skipping lunch at 7-11.

I've become a standard man,
going to bed before midnight.

I've become a standard man,
running errands on Saturdays.

I've become a standard man,
holding hands with someone.

I've become a standard man,
sharing a piece of myself.

I've become a standard man,
greeting my heart at the door.

I've become a standard man.

So far it's not bad.








My poetry and writings have been published in Ethos Literary Journal, Neologism Poetry Journalism, and The Junction among other journals and magazines. The first chapbook of my poems, Adore, is out now from Iron Lung Press. I'm a writer on the autistic spectrum. I live in Philadelphia, PA.



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