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DRIFTING UP
while walking
in the dark
inhaling the
aroma of night
I threw a few words
into the sky
a collection of
dust particles
vapors and thoughts
my imperfections
of everything
and nothing
watching them
drift up
and disappear
THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I
under the wrinkled cellophane
half light from a corner pole
he argues with passion
answering his own questions
while specks of saliva
explode from his mouth
people avoid his
belligerent words
and expressive drama
of flailing arms
and winged hands
MOTEL ROOM #13
the key turned
to the right
the door knob
to the left
a strong aroma
walked slowly
out the door
of the unkept room
shattered sunlight
coursed through
a torn curtain
the only window
bandaged with
black duct tape
the bed unmade
a chair overturned
dots of squashed
flies on the wall
beside a bathroom
without a door
About the Author: Dr. Singer is a Poet Laureate Emeritus of Connecticut, and past president of the Connecticut Shoreline Poetry Chapter, in association with the Connecticut Poetry Society. He has had over 1,500 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a 2017 Pushcart Prize Award Nominee.
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