four untitled poems for a long weekend

I’ll read five more poems
and then I’ll go to bed
five more poems
to run around my head

why should I write a poem about the sun?
other poets have wasted
flowery words
prathering on
at great length
to describe something
we all know
is HOT!

my friends would talk
into the wee morning hours
but the waitstaff
is impatient
to go home

a loaf of bread
a jug of wine
keep the bread
the jug is mine

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