Poem of the Day 09.30.25

old fools

middle aged men
look like fools

with their ballcaps on backwards

talking to blonde bartenders
with big asses
whom are half their age

taking up the last two seats at the bar

on this humid
flat screen football sunday

where i catch myself
in one of the barroom mirrors

then discreetly
turn my hat around

so it’s facing the right way
for my age.

Poem of the Day 09.29.25

good guys/bad guys

my good guys
are your bad guys

and your good guys
give me the shits

they keep me up at night
wondering how it’s all going to end

looking out onto the houses
of this quiet street

full of dead american flags

hanging up and down
the block.