Why?
Time that should be the weekend spotlight
caught between nips of Scotch from the closet.
What’s pinned beneath your ruined wreck
of a psyche and torn between money and death
is trapped in the headlights, running for deer life,
wakened again from the recurring dream: Following
the taillights and their red messy trail back
from work every day, following and leading
an endless stream of idiots doing the same
and the same and the same and doomed
to repeat it tomorrow again and forever
amen
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Anthropomorphism
The purple azalea
hidden behind the stunted pine
is what it is
and where it is
and I feel its sadness
that the slow growth
of the spruce bush
scrubs away
its beautiful
significance
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Harry Calhoun is a widely published poet, article and essay writer. Check out his online chapbook Dogwalking Poems, his trade paperback, I knew Bukowski like you knew a rare leaf, and the recently published The Black Dog and the Road. Oh yeah, and how about Something Real, on Flutter Press? He’s had recent publications in Chiron Review, Chiaroscuro, Orange Room Review, The Centrifugal Eye, Bird’s Eye reView, Abbey, Monongahela Review and many others. Find out more at http://harrycalhoun.net.
I really like “Anthropomorphism.” Harry’s been in the Dead Mule lately, also.