the heat settles in

like a toad on a bar stool

squatting happily

 

I have stopped counting

all the nail holes in the wall–

the absent pictures

 

silence all around

occasionally a page turns

quiet, white as snow

 

in my latest dream

my car gone my keys missing

you shrugging shoulders

 

writing is easy

stare at the blank page and think

about emptiness

 

your humanity

wearing someone else’s clothes

struts upon the stage

 

after the laughter

irony walks in and grins

orders a double

 

Gary Busha is an editor, writer, and publisher long active in the small press. He is actively retired. To see more of Gary’s work look here. For more info and to purchase his books, visit garycbusha.wordpress.com.