Loft apartment,
late Saturday afternoon
spontaneity interrupted
by shrill, continual
oven timer buzz
“Pizzas done” says she
“But I’m not” replies he
not-rhythmic, static
range-buzzer drone not
disrupting tempo of early
life-together moral
they learned how easily
heat, afterglow can
turn three-dollar frozen
pizza to charcoal
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2015
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd
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I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
Loft apartment,
That was bloody brilliant! Well done Mark
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Absolutely incredible. Your words are delectable, as always
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