84 Piles
  Justin Million
Triples,                     on me,
For me and my-
And the lady will have-
Hump on a rug;
Meaningful regret, or
Underneath, a rolling dog and tail in mouth
Over-apologizing:
Two too many
Pancakes.
Lineup
At a leaf-jump.
Junk drawer.
Enough
Pinholes
For a moon, two rockets-
Reams
Of dense birch trees
On the way to the
Whiteout.
Love
Poems.
Whisky, and the moon again.

Thrall-

Waking up in winter
On three:
Bacon
And
Eggs.

Commercial and Broadway.
Tears.
Bullshit.

Another week forgotten

Drinking.

Blood
In the sink.
Bowl of
Broken hearts.
Embarrassment (what did I just say?).
Hearing about dreams, or slam.
I would have never dreamt, until
Touching her
Again.
Damage already done, I stayed for 6 more
Months,
Taking
Out the trash at the end
Of the night,
And the wettest
Bags
Breaking a week’s rubbish along the floor...

Trouble

At work,
At home.

Got publishing?

Cracks
In my hands,
Too much
Dishes.
How
Does it happen six times?
Very slowly

Re-examine my world every month or
Two.

What could I possibly
Need?

Everything
Piles to mind,

Another thing

Making
Time
For other minds.

Reminds me of the time
I started counting
My piles...

Lost track
Of course-

Night
Bores.

The dogs
Climb on.

Leafs
Win.

Curtains.


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