Night Shift Inventory

alt lit, free verse, poetry 1 Minute

Orange and white bag of corn chips.
Cellular phone.
Burgundy backpack, emptied.
Electronic cigarette.
Can of sugar free Rockstar, half-emptied.
Blue highlighter.
Can You Hear, Bird
by his majesty John Ashbery.
The looming sense
that I’ve got nothing left to say.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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