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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, July 10, 2020
at the end of the day
life is busy
until it's not.
and at the end of the day,
the end
of living
you lie there and wonder
what was
that all about.
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a sliver of moon
the steak knife
my deepest regrets, rsvp
you look lovely, my dear
slow boat to china
a taste of what hell might be like
the cold war
things will be different if
something's missing
how come we never made love
Forward and Backward
your sister was there
devil be gone
the aquarium
time to walk away
a shade of blue
sending them home again
the cold shadows of morning
the torn check
get angry
i read the news today, oh boy
this ends our broadcasting day
the foundation
trauma bonding
will he kill me in my sleep
paper plates
missing
the coffee spill
when fall arrives
rolling dice
you're no longer employed here
once more for measure
a promising life
twenty four seven
the dating profile
the phone rings
the blank stare
kings and queens
no news is good news
finding the fix
as the pretty girls go by
poison arrows
dry eyes
the shave
in far away villages
by days end
take your shoes off
sniffing glue
polishing the fender
keep it moving
the mob mentality
confession comes to mind
sweet and sour
the flying dream
the grape vine
8 a.m. English Composition 101
watching the detective
if the stars align
blimey
where was that wisdom?
big mistakes
you never know
A Stranger on the Train
where is the truck?
ruminations
it's a good day for ice cream
sea of air
the absence of others
we've rented it out, so why bother
The Red Roosters
the flickering light
the survey
My Neighbor Becky
The Lemon
the stars at night
the busy night
falling in love
it's none of your business
apartment living
one oar in the water
shades of blue
we all make mistakes
we are so alike
what women want
behind the glass
we are few
what could be worse
attachments
no longer lovers
Primrose Lane
nothing there to see
anyone, anyone
wrong love
we move slowly
were they happy?
the conversation
we know people
frozen meat
keep the kiddies happy
blonde in a red car
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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