I am the K
in capable,
the A
in A-1,
the Rrrr
that shivers yer timbers. . .
the I
that’s write
in center of storm,
to the
N th degree
–a variable.
Tag Archives: poetry
Sew Fine’ Mickey
February 11, 2017 
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Her’mitt
‘n cold
–an’ other missing,
she looked for darned glove.
The only one she needled.
Her Eyes On
February 7, 2017 Comments Off on Her Eyes On
I live in a house
with glass doors
. . .
dwelling with dozens
of exits
–it is without window.
kiK the Habit
February 6, 2017 Comments Off on kiK the Habit
My Ant bought the farm. . .
My Uncle called “Me”!
and Father just killed some Time. . .
and Brother I’d druther
was from other mother
–got too Big for britches
and died.
Completely Super Sunday
February 5, 2017 Comments Off on Completely Super Sunday
15 min chunks.
My life is completely amazeballs
in
15 min chunks.
During these quarter hours
it’s important not to
intro’spec’
–to keep my inner glasses off,
or at the very least—unknown.
for 15 min, sure.
I can do that for
15 min—yeah.
Since my life is completely
okay
in 15 min segments.
Vivisected coil of
animate
(gif!)
snaking a way to shed skin
in 15 min or less,
and just that many seconds
—you do the math—
completely okay.
. . .
so cool!
(to recap)
in 15 min increments
my life is completely tolerable.
in 15 min parcels
tied up with strings
that strangle,
(in rooms with no high beam)
–completely white-knuckled tolerable,
in 15 min blocks.
as long as I don’t look
ahead,
above,
or behind,
I’m 15 min
good
for the game.
Q-in-A–form
February 3, 2017 Comments Off on Q-in-A–form
He was her
hieroglyph…
the type
she code
sigh’for…
The Pen State of 409
February 2, 2017 Comments Off on The Pen State of 409
Mr. Clean
had a thing
for little 409—
a scrubbing bubble,
made for trouble,
scented lemon-lime.
A Brawny guy
–and just as fly
as paper he promoted
he spiked
her span,
lined her cans,
and on him–number doted.
And all was well,
until she fell,
into kitchen basin…
jammin’ drain
(but cleaning stains)
her heartbeat doubled…racin’..
Would hero–hers,
be Janitor
drummin’ up some business?
or Mr. Bowl
now, oh so old,
to salvage
cleaning citrus?
Neither, nor,
it turned out
—4
–09 had a handle,
on more than grime,
and double-time,
she leveraged self–
from channel.
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