Three Short Poems

Workout Advice #1

Lifting verses improves nomenclature

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Summer Storm

Time is no wheel
It is the road the wind

Time doesn’t spin
It vexes, excites till it is calm again

Time doesn’t even exist
Yet carries the ages

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Shitty Job

Admittedly the sky was blue
When I left you

The sun the orb of orbs
A gigantic yellow tongue

The green fields poured
Into my heart

The horizon slapped my back
In comradery

The day brimmed
Overflowed into my gait

Softly the stars honored
The way

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