Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart

2021-4-5

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