droppin’

bonnet

(with a B)

discardin’

tricky hare

(QT)

strainin’ ears

thru fine-tooth

comb

chasin’ sound

of dressy poem

a burstin’

– – – – seem – – – –

to top my hocks

below the

~belt~

by unput socks

caught on hem of

denims

d

-o

–w

—n

neat as seat

of trousers ’round

shirt kept on

with rolled-up cuffs

hidin’ aces

well enough

handled soft

as kiddy

(gloves)

fit just so

& just above–

birthday suit

that’s where to start

to cover up

a misplaced

♥ heart ♥

found on sleeve

near poker hand

concealed cache

for magic man.

 
if your favorite thing breaks you

don’t just chuck it you

pick up the pieces you
 
 
 

get the

Krazy Glue you

grab some

Duck Tape you

Spackle that sh*t  together you

re-think its placement you

put it in appropriate lighting you

conceal the cracks

and you

cherish it the more

. . .

for its near loss…

I’m the Queen

of Bad Decisions,

the Marquess of

Second Guess,

if any answer

should be “no”

it’s certain I’ll say “yes”.

yes, often chance

to choose presents,

in which case choice will be. . .

the road that wends

to no good end

and uphill trek for me.

No Prince

–just pea–

in pad by sea

an irksome prick unmet,

my royalty

is loyalty

to spoilers & regret.

thus best recourse

when picking horse

is backing without mounting,

at least that way

I won’t hit hay

when buck off can be counted–

off not on

is stance to take

a stand on which I’ll waffle,

it’s in ermine

I’ll fall from flight

it’s good!

(or not)

it’s awful.

Easy Boys

watered terrace with rain

a comforting pattern

that raised ice-cubes

in night’s cool black blanket

. . .

where sorrow stood sentinel,

& memory kept

breathing books.