Poems
by Richard LeDue

 

The surest sign

 

of humanity’s inhumanity

is the way cheap whisky burns

and soothes at the same time,

making the world seem a little more

saner than missing another birthday

to meet a deadline or answering

emails from those who have no idea

people still mourn

the library of Alexandria.

 

 

 

 

 

The Saddest Gamble

 

Sitting here listening to Bach

and thinking about Bukowski

sipping his wine,

while I drink

decaffeinated coffee

because high blood pressure

is the only lion stalking me.

 

My fear of grey hair and sleepless

nights the saddest gamble

like someone betting

their grocery money on a horse

that breaks its leg

the furthest

one can be from a photo finish.

 

 

 

 

 

A Hard Sell

 

 All the victories seem to belong

to everyone else,

while defeats fill my empty pockets,

and the smiling masses

believe they’ve won in capitalism

or want try communism again,

depending on who you ask.

 

I have no answers

except that you should buy

my next book. 

 

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