July 6, 2017 
Comments Off on Special Effect
Like a
3 day weekend,
life is better
with him in it–
Dessert when
you need to gain weight,
a back pat from peer–
–a winning scratcher,
he’s the
surprise-surprise
party you never expected. . .
a face from the past
popping up, now
–he’s prism & shine
combined.
July 4, 2017 Comments Off on Run that up the Flagpole
it’s a read
white &
kinda day–
pithy quotes
bordering
on unwashed
directives
begging the question
who are these people?
sanctimonious–do they
see though veneer?
Give me your tired
rhetoric,
you’re poor
grammar,
your peddled
message,
in the land of the algorithm,
and home page you save,
it‘s fittin’ to remember
the Encyclopedia Britannica
–less inundated, and
less informed,
its banner
days
lacked bunting
–awning without
sun.
July 4, 2017 Comments Off on Maverick Merit
unchained
from gang
he returned
to her,
prisoner
of
private war
pulled
&
unbound
–found
freedom
from
rank.
July 2, 2017 Comments Off on Cognitive Semantics Modification
this is a verse
to modify view,
like grinning
when winning
is harder to do,
like squaring
the shoulders
and powering through,
and laughing
when sorrow is
beckoning you,.
this is a poem
without any style,
a jingle
to mingle
with thoughts for a while,
a protracted mantra
to murmur when trials,
are testing your mettle
and upending smile.
so mimic
this gimmick
yourself
if you plan,
to keep your chin up
and catch as
catch can,
to redirect
focus and
thus understand,
your mood’s up
to you–
–gritty
or grand.
July 2, 2017 Comments Off on Every Good Boy. . .
my mouthpiece broken
I reed–
–Pick low & high notes
mellow differently
June 30, 2017 Comments Off on Not Even Clothes
sifting through
my word-drobe
for the zillionth time,
I can’t find the cover I
keep there.
Donning sweater
I scratch–
clement climate precluding
comfort,
and holy as the blanket is
(I grab next)
it lacks the character
such wear is said to impart, still
detailed enough
to obscure my lines,
&
it’s better to be cold
in such instances
–skirt I try
after
fails to wrap it up,
my but’s too big, I suppose, and oh!
It’s all out-moded!
Ill-suited.
Ripped where rips aren’t trendy,
and bedazzled when simplicity
is key. . .
Too matched,
too klatsched,
&
altogether
tutu
utterly uttered
(case in pointe)
My nudity
frightens me even so
I sift
. . .
Through thousands
of old favorites
. . .
finding absolutely nothing
to wear.
June 27, 2017 Comments Off on No Michelangelo
He told me:
“all you did was grow up together”
missing malice,
as he wronged
–but I learned
I was
wrong
–to remember
–for wound
–to reveal
but he doesn’t know. . .
he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .
sisters
&
foxhole friends–
he couldn’t.
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