Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Shorts: tiny poems

by Jack Brummet
Resurrection

He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.

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It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
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Stealth

You think one thing,
Say another,
And do a third.

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A roiling thunderstorm clears the air
Like Wyatt Earp's peacekeeper                    

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When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story starring our private heroes and dreams.

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The Marriage

Two tattered mannequins
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
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Tragedy

Take the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.

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High fidelity clouds gather over 
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.

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It's Getting Crowded

We cover the earth with Venn Diagrams
As our steps bisect old steps.
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Weather Report

Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.

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Waiting

There is no tomorrow
until we get through
the day after yesterday
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