• Gary Hunter

Losing Inventory - March 4, 2022

as Covid embezzles breath

from my stockpile

I’m locked down

on a sofa inhaling

a trickle of words

with the occasional

sneeze of slimy lyrics

which my pen

like an old man’s cane

pushes around and points

at the ones to pickup

and wipe onto the page


okay so it’s not that bad

but still it feels criminal

those things that get away

with much less that murder?

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