Thursday poetry break: Haiku by that ever elusive Robert Denby
Yippy little dogs in the driveway underneath the matching Trump flags *** Circling the park- Stone Temple Pilots on his little radio *** Picking flecks from off of my smartphone's screen after I finish coughing *** He says his father was a real son of a bitch. "I love you, Grandma!" *** If he can't yell at the CEO, the cashier will just have to do *** Paid bleachers set up where fairgoers used to see Loverboy for free *** 48 minutes until the Blue Oyster Cult tickets go on sale *** Empty stadium sits all summer long thinking about what it did
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