It’s a marvelous thing
to behold with one’s eyes
the improper correction of tests;
there’s red ink all around
and a frenzy of penstrokes
laying waste to this
charming
little
office,
sprayed
every
day.
Category: Poetry
The Triple Sec Bandit
The triple sec bandit
strikes again,
just as Johnny and his chainsmoke gang
prepare for Margarita Monday,
that alco-holiest of days.
Benny the First
Benny the Bootlicker
stepped aside once more
with humility, the only
thing he ever really had.
This time he lost a pie-eating contest
to that bozo two counties over.
After all the face-stuffing
and side-splitting, Benny gave up
another half-written dream.
NaPoWriMo 2014 – XII
Door fragments post turmoil
in twister conditions.
Wooden shrapnel
sticks out of trees–
returned to the family
in shards and chips
after losing roots
and framing ape huts.
NaPoWriMo 2014 – XI
I’m having a tricky time
pulling my thumbs
from this tangled extinction event–
I know I can use them
for the rest of my life
[if my life were to continue tomorrow].
But no matter my strategy,
I’m trapped and helpless,
my thumbs getting stiffer by the minute.
Now I know how those poor dogs feel
when they try to answer the telephone.
NaPoWriMo 2014 – X
To the person
concerned
with my overall health
and ungainly recidivism
every Tuesday,
I offer a branch
from a pepper tree
in exchange
for your counsel
and a dozen bran muffins.
NaPoWriMo 2014 – IX
Before we begin necklace preparation, we must drain porridge strawnecks with a touch of humility. We do not possess the capacity for creating these raw materials by ourselves, so we must forage for them and reap the benefits of a world well-harvested.
WHARVED 