Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Russ Cope- Three Poems


My Sagging Gut

Bob
I'll call him Bob

children run
by and ask me
what happened

did I get pregnant?
no, I tell them.
I'm a guy.

it just happens with
age
then I laugh
when they begin
to wonder if they'll
get sagging bellies
too.



Caterpillar

I inch my way
up the outside
of verdant life,
nibbling at foliage,
munching
on vitality as I
can find it.



Pawnshop

welcome
to my little pawn
shop

I will sell
you my old
teenager dreams

don't worry

everything turned
out better this way.


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