The Supper Club
The young friends enjoyed a lavish dinner; then retired to the kitchen to pick at leftovers and laugh about old times. Before they parted, they made a toast to the future and to long and healthy lives. None of them felt the wormhole take them as they ate; none of them remembered the nursing home.
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(c) Rob Goldstein 2019
This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019
The old mechanic yearned for the days of the Volkswagen–
when plenty was enough–before the greed and cruelty,
before the insatiable need for more.
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This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #Twittering Tales #143 – 2 July 2019
The critic
wheels my poem
into surgery.
He packs the skull
with stately
stressing.
He pins a metrical
foot to its mouth.
He tapes an allusive
paradox to its groin.
My poem opens its
eyes and speaks:
Am I great yet?
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Robert Goldstein 2015-2019
This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019
A Midnight Storm
These dark reflections.
Storm clouds gather on a
midnight tear through
San Francisco.
He wants the storm to last
forever; he wants to be
hidden and faceless: dead
without dying.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2019
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This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019
For Willow.
