[New post] Sunday Snippet, Poem, Slug On My Stoop by Bill Chance
Bill Chance posted: " "All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it."― Charles Bukowski, Women Snails on a Beer Stein. Slug On My Stoop There was a slug on my stoop tonightthere on the concreteas I walked to the " Bill Chance
"All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it."
― Charles Bukowski, Women
Snails on a Beer Stein.
Slug On My Stoop
There was a slug on my stoop
tonight there on the concrete as I walked to the car to drive to the club for some exercise.
Moving slowly in the Yellow porch light.
Some don't like slugs but I don't mind, mind their little heads lookin' around for what? slugs don't think about creativity the nature of art but I don't mind slugs eyes on posts slug body soft undulate brown spotted
I think it is too cold too late for slugs
It was late and dark I spent too much time today lying on the couch resting, thinking, dreaming, the deadly black control remote in my hand the death of life, of thought.
Slugs like summer wet hot not cold rough concrete October stoop they like eating children's lettuce going Duh Duh Duh
The little head eyes on poles what does it dream? of summer? Warm and wet? Children's lettuce? I dream of wind waving cream colored fabric dappled sunlight dabs of sun dabs of green a dropping away a flower unfolding and blooming before me a lake through mesh gold minted coins
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