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Grounded

the generation gap,

more like the Grand Canyon
and there are people
who will never understand
how easy things were
God has gone digital
everything is a mess of wires,
things to be plugged in
recharged
but we’ve forgotten how to
plug ourselves in

and our souls are at 3%
 
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Bad reception

a stroke of luck
a stroke or 2 off my game
backstroke, breaststroke
different strokes
for different folks
stroke of midnight
scrambled eggs
scrambled brains
jelly legs
a stroke of genius
intravenous
kidney stones, brittle bones
stinging menace
of getting old

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Imaginary rubber ball

I close my eyes
and go back to a time
in my childhood,
maybe even the teen years
neither was as bad as
I told myself at the time
if anything, I’m more filled with angst
as a grown-ass adult
back then,
anxious about breaking a $3 vase
now, wondering if the cancer will get me
or my heart will give out
back then,
nervous about being called on in class
when I didn’t have the answer
now, will the job last?
will the IRS call?
will the tires on my car hold?
I go back to a place and time
in my childhood,
often and with reason
this thing called teen angst
has lasted 50 years
and it was never as bad then
as it is now
closing my eyes and remembering
is the only escape there is
if you see me on the street
and my eyes are closed
and my arm is moving up and down
as if I had the palsy
it is because there is an imaginary rubber ball
I am bouncing on the sidewalk
and off the school yard walls
my hair is a mess
my pants are too short
I’m in my little world
a world where nothing exists
nothing except simplicity

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This chapbook explores the common themes we all experience in life; love, death, depression, dreams or simply the happenings of everyday life when we walk out the front door. We all have bad days or dark days but somewhere hiding in that perpetual dark cloud is the tiniest spark of hope and that, I believe is what gets us out of bed when everything around us seems pointless.

These are blue collar poems that will appeal to a wide range of readers. The simple, conversational style of poetry is relatable on many levels. Sometimes blunt, often dark but always grounded in reality.

Book link:
My mind is a cherry pit withering in the sun, by Ken Tomaro – Bottlecap Press

Website:
Ken Tomaro