by Howie Good
Bullets would always miss. We’d screw
on the green couch even though
it’s not Scotch-guarded. Hobos would
become Republicans – or, better yet,
Republicans would become hobos.
It’d snow every night, but only just enough
that it’s never really completely dark.
Howie Good is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011).
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