
Consecutive consequences
small graves for little
goes down smooth
roads least traveled
or so she says
I never saw the sign
I’m done with you
okay to park here after
splashed the puddle all
I think it’s the next day there
just prop it with the book
no, the other aesthetic
you mean epitaph?
rusty slogans
remember her debut
old pine scent
either way you slice it
I’ve absolutely seen it
a prayer a day keeps
to the core
she comes in colors
except the
one’s self
I’ve seen beyond
antiquity
early to bed and early
funny how time flies
they all smoked L&Ms
I don’t think the windows
that’s between you and me
Mediocrity’s overrated
the year of the dog again
the majority
blew off his hand
the new 40
a walk through the park maybe
ramen again
or maybe it wasn’t
Clean shaven
ashes, dust to
o’ what a beautiful
sayonara
dime store novels – you?
just flew too close to the flame
I’m glad you bring that up
come, sit
© Chagall 2014

A great title for the content of the poem. I enjoyed reading this one. I like how this one makes a reader have to read it again.
Thank you, B. Having fun with free verse. Would like to be able to do it well someday. —Chagall
You’re already there. Practice will just make the perfect more perfect.
Ah – you are way, way too kind. Thank you so much. —Chagall
You’re welcome again. Have a lovely day.
Very, very nice: “Consecutive consequences” and “rusty slogans”
Ricochet comment? 🙂 🙂 Non-sequiturs in sequence. 🙂 —CC
lol. Well, I read it a few times, and found new things to like each time.