Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


the early morning song
of the early morning birds
in the cool of the early morning spring
reminds me
that soon these birds
will get laid
while i remain alone.
at night,
in small dark places,
while i lay in my
meek solitude,
rats and mice
have sex
have families
have homes.
i search craigslist
for a place
no one is willing
to offer me.
on the other hand,
i have internet access
and a debit card,
so who’s the real loser,
you little shits?

©TA Barnhart April 5, 2021