Here is Here

h-town, my wood floors are cold
to the touch, my feet say.

h-town, this is sound argument,
for which you know all about, you know well.

kitten digs her claws into the side of this chair.
kitten, I still call her, little half-pint.
every then and now, little tuffs of fur, a claw or two.
sniff sniff at the door frame. h-town, they wanna know more of you,
just what’s on the other side. I dare not let it go down like that.
it’s the closest thing to parenthood and they will never go out on dates.

this is a place of innocence, predictable domicile.
here is here,
h-town, you are out there,
the town, the people.
in here, I’m the only person.
here only a few minutes.

h, you have me by the balls.
but for all those papercuts, I get the paper back
by writing poems.

paper is getting pissed.

Published by bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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