Plight of the Freelance Underdog | Allison Grayhurst

She takes my hand and I think how lovely she would be if I were not old and furry. She probably sees me as a wily old curmudgeon (who else but an old man would use words like these?) though I see her as delicate lace and watch her wisp away. Wisp away. The post…

  The Grande Dame   And I thought, clarity. I thought mark and force, I thought the green canopy. I thought you, out there pushing against the door- knobs as if that could make them turn, slamming your body against walls as if they would give in to your body, the one giving like the…

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I look at you palely, perhaps amused. Is this you? I see you’ve got a new coat Not the very one you brought, years ago When you converted Timi and your brother Edisemi turning a house against itself Afterwards, you offered a meal porridge it was a political scheme therein the earlier sentiments stepped in…

What a testing tool this poverty is to keep the chaff out from the grains to let the foolish world admit all is not that gold in shining and silver screens may not always be behind all dark clouds and between the moon and the bread there always hangs hunger as the poor never afraid…

There he stands, the pristine scaled skin glowing in the sun, the flat mouth opening and closing, rows and rows of teeth, molar cufflinks, and a killer smile while he does his daily work. More at https://jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com. The post Alligator in a Suit | JD DeHart appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author:…