Alone in my car
by David L O’Nan (c), Regular Contributor
Alone in my car
I am the canvas
A painting by some reclusive mind melt
A rusted brush filled with the decay of overuse
Alone in my Car
Glass Stuck in my Veins
The plague of pithy humanity Gathered around watching the Cotton Bowl On denim colortubed televisions I had the displeasure of …
Let it Be Cindy’s Pain, Not Yours
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Blisters in Breath Pockets
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the Pheromone Room
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2009: A recovery from her Spiderweb & Where Do I Leave?
10 Years
A Cold February Kentucky wind
Through a panic call
I guess united by fears
Silence on a dark night drive
Clarity, lost through the wires
David L. O’Nan
How many chapbooks could a poet poetize if a poet could chapitize books?
Meet the answer: The PROLIFIC and consistently brilliant David L O’Nan. Oh, and by the way he is a regular contributor here at Headline.
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