Two Poems by Denny E. Marshall

Litter Bug

Words can (shake
Spear) into the skin
And play
Right on to (thee
Ate her) books
Dance to music
Call out pages
While all (litter
Sure) has a place



Control

Loneliness is like a pillow
A short…
distance is fine
Still from fifty…











                                 …feet
It won’t protect you
Sometimes I wish I were really alone
And the chiffon demons would leave
There not mine anyway
Too, have cupid’s arrow-smiths
And the other one
Exit my sub–conscience mist




Denny E. Marshall has had poetry recently published and rejected.