Three Standalone Thoughts
The little bull terriers needa
puff up their chests And howl
madly unapologetically like wind
thru the canyons
***
Up outta Sun. afternoon
green terrace and
fresh asphalt
The Alien Fixture
closed in
one...
two...
two...
There up outta 5 pm
Sunday Roast Beast
rises, a beast
and howls!
***
Captivated by
newthought abstraction,
this, hinting
at other worlds—
Dissolves the uniformity
of each
poem by Matthew Schoerner
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