I have not yet taken my celebrated break from reality.
Dogs are sniffing.
Evidence keeps shifting as it depends on my memory.
Could I borrow a small portion of your illicit fortune?
Have you come to finally bury me?
I am resisting temptation, sad that it has become my only chance at therapy.
Cats are howling.
Something I must turn my overwrought attention to.
People are waiting on me for a decision.
I don't know what to do.
I have nothing to feed them and so they become angry.
Collapsible houses and unzipped trousers.
I have nothing to confess.
Walking in a half sleep.
Water only skin deep.
Who do we blame for all this mess?
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press.
His current book is Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens also from Whiskey City Press and currently available through Amazon.
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