Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
close to me as I scrawl.Read More »
By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.
By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »
Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast
with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.
Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-
he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.
You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house
as he leaves.
I’ve shared a poem on this blog every Friday for a while now, but I’m going to scale back. I want to maintain a sense of control over this blog, and I want to post excellent work that will be well-worth your time.
Between my main profession and some career development I’m working on there, as well as other aspects of growing my writing career, and you know… life… I don’t currently have time to give a weekly poem of the quality I want these posts to be at.
I’m going to cut back to every other Friday for now. Thanks as always for reading! See you next week! 😉
Sometimes life has those moments.
They’re the moments where you’re happy,
peaceful, joyful, free. And you’re not
alone. They’re the moments when you don’t even want
to jump out your window and run away
or make a cup of tea to cling to,
as though drinking it might keep you alive or sane.Read More »
I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,
but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.
Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary
aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.