Sulking by Larry Rogers

When I was growing up in these remote hills
there was a ghost town near our potting shed trailer.

What do you call a ghost town when even its
ghosts have relocated? I just called it a town

and went there on those days in my childhood
when I didn’t get my way and I was depressed

and in the mood for a blistering or icy wind
blowing thru rows and rows of broken windows.

There was also the banging of shutters that sounded
like mamas calling their children home to suppers

of dandelion and stone, if that was your thing.

Larry S Rogers

Larry Rogers is a poet-singer/songwriter. Golden Antelope Press recently published a full-length collection of his poems titled “Live Free or Croak.” It’s available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.


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