HOARDER (August Postcard Poem 2017)

He rattles around,

stranger in his own head,

snacking on abandoned ideas,

rolling bad choices

into cheap smokes.


He avoids the minefield

of lost relationships

as he can no longer

recall where danger lies hidden.


Poking around with a stick

in a musty pile of emotions,

he sees the edge of a poem

he came inside to write.


Copyright 2017


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