Floozie

Floozie...
Stuck to a barstool ~
Like glue.

Lifting Some Boots

Lifting some boots,
cuz I ain't buying
no thrift-store crap.

A Light Mist

A light mist
curls over amber glass.
Cold beer.

I Been in Jail.

I been in jail.
Two long years, not one poem.
Now this.

Election Day

Election Day.
I play my trump card.
Eat it!

A Key. A Car.

A key. A car.
More than one possibility!
Scrape...

Study Hall

Study hall.
Fire in the trash can!
My match still warm...