Caleb Milne
After Almost Being Hit by a Car
City and County of Denver trash cans
Thursday morning line the alley driveways.
City drivers barely miss me racing
to work cross-walking. Counted five seconds
after he off and blew past me: silver
person signaled faster. Den for thoughtless
drivers. Moving trash cans. I stood screaming
what the fuck twice for my life. Friday
felt far. Echoes no one's morning disturbed,
but mine, the dogs'. Lines the car past now shift
into focus. I want alleys of trees
and flowers, razed driveways turned back to grass.
Fields for the pups to scamper off leash, or
at least through goddamn working crosswalks.
Thursday morning line the alley driveways.
City drivers barely miss me racing
to work cross-walking. Counted five seconds
after he off and blew past me: silver
person signaled faster. Den for thoughtless
drivers. Moving trash cans. I stood screaming
what the fuck twice for my life. Friday
felt far. Echoes no one's morning disturbed,
but mine, the dogs'. Lines the car past now shift
into focus. I want alleys of trees
and flowers, razed driveways turned back to grass.
Fields for the pups to scamper off leash, or
at least through goddamn working crosswalks.
Runner Up
After football losers gather refuse,
zip up their coats, sing songs, and say next time.
Next time? There won't be another soldier
switching, and say, stealing the cointoss coin.
Corruption gets boring. Sing songs about dancing.
Cheerleaders hand over their coats to boys
crying. Running back's body bag zips up
after catching the mortician's grief used
against his own fingers gathered too close
to the crimson losers' jerseys. Roll on
silver football champions. There's no time
after high school like high school. Get high, school
zips next-times sing-songs after losers and
says gather up their football coats. Refuse.
zip up their coats, sing songs, and say next time.
Next time? There won't be another soldier
switching, and say, stealing the cointoss coin.
Corruption gets boring. Sing songs about dancing.
Cheerleaders hand over their coats to boys
crying. Running back's body bag zips up
after catching the mortician's grief used
against his own fingers gathered too close
to the crimson losers' jerseys. Roll on
silver football champions. There's no time
after high school like high school. Get high, school
zips next-times sing-songs after losers and
says gather up their football coats. Refuse.
Attempt at Description: Freedom
After summiting, each step's a step down.
She suggests a bath. "Then what?" Anything.
She suggests a bath. "Then what?" Anything.
The singer says, "it's good to be back home.
We could play all night," to great applause.
We could play all night," to great applause.
My aunt home-birthed in a kiddy-pool, twice.
One fall, every meal we ate was harvest:
One fall, every meal we ate was harvest:
peppers, tomatoes, onions, carrots, squash.
Sunday morning hikes through the woods out back.
Sunday morning hikes through the woods out back.
When pricked by briars, and asked what they say,
of thorns, a child said, "I want to hold you,
of thorns, a child said, "I want to hold you,
I want to never let you go." Flowers.
Any flowers. Gathered or left alone.
Any flowers. Gathered or left alone.
No work. No police. No military.
No pledge, allegiance. No, America.
No pledge, allegiance. No, America.
DM, Per Diem, Ad Nauseum
Haze swells vivacious through forest's film, yet
the allegory's honestly opaque?
the allegory's honestly opaque?
You ask me, how goes it? Hey, it goes well
o'er there you big quitter, vyes a vying,
baby's crying, just threw up her new food.
Hear forests' on fire? Liar, how are you?
o'er there you big quitter, vyes a vying,
baby's crying, just threw up her new food.
Hear forests' on fire? Liar, how are you?
Filmed, yet content. CCTV says smile.
They all manufacture plasticene sex
appeal: gory, horny, hoarding, ready
for two. The trees honest giving their skins
honey ashy steamy smokey sootly.
They all manufacture plasticene sex
appeal: gory, horny, hoarding, ready
for two. The trees honest giving their skins
honey ashy steamy smokey sootly.
Carbon's, google it, diamond or opaque.
He's well. Forest's allegorical film's
honestly through. Yet haze's vivacious.
He's well. Forest's allegorical film's
honestly through. Yet haze's vivacious.
Know when to Walk Away Know when to Run
I hardly made a sound. Irish G'byed
congregations. No one called. No one called
unless they wanted a fight or hard talk
regarding salvation. Mine wasn't coming.
Not after my minor rebellion spent
eating chex mix, trail mix, whatever's left
post sloganeering-committee meeting
pizza party where we explained, "Karen,
the most offensive f-word is fascist,"
red ink ran dry, she cried, and called the cops
who held their guns and told us Jesus
had some words for how we used Freedom
of Speech. We could talk to boss, go to hell,
instead, I left, quiet at sirens' sounds.
congregations. No one called. No one called
unless they wanted a fight or hard talk
regarding salvation. Mine wasn't coming.
Not after my minor rebellion spent
eating chex mix, trail mix, whatever's left
post sloganeering-committee meeting
pizza party where we explained, "Karen,
the most offensive f-word is fascist,"
red ink ran dry, she cried, and called the cops
who held their guns and told us Jesus
had some words for how we used Freedom
of Speech. We could talk to boss, go to hell,
instead, I left, quiet at sirens' sounds.
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