Charlie Parant Poems

little chicken nugget
under the seat
have you been there a day
or a month or a week?
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She paints a picture just for me
with colorful intensity
in hues that never fade away
and paints them all in shades of grey
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At the end of the day
when all’s said and done
will you go home alone
and make dinner for one?
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didn’t really mean anything
it was just the tequila
that’s what we said
our last real kiss
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it was dark, it was small
just a hole in the wall
we could hear all the sounds of the street
but the time that we spent
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leaving the house for only short periods at a time
just long enough to buy cat food and kitty litter
stopping at the used clothes donation bin
and if nobody is looking
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Poor little inchworm
with all his inchworm traits
crawled onto the yard stick
but he was only seven-eighths
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the doors were chained, all the workers contained
so that no one could take a break
with immigrant dreams they worked noisy machines
‘til their hands and their fingers would ache
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I’m working on a time machine
and it’s the only one
no sooner had I started it
it was already done
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The fire department was called to the parking lot
out behind Wal-Mart today
to rescue a middle-aged, white, woman
who became stuck in a storm drain.
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