Tag Archives: verse

REMover


Muse

missing make-up,

–each character

imprints

hard.

Just woke up after too much whine–

hard.

and in this Glare

of winter morning

edges

and

imperfections

show. . .

foundational nuance

a cake-y thing,

every tittle

a mascara blotch,

all emphasis

lined lip gaudy,

drawn clown-like outside of mouth

–the fire just

Rexall

rouge.

 

Caged Fight


size of a fist,

heart beats your chest–

battering ribs

pummeling blood

and

pounding your ears

–bruising you

from the inside out.

Some stone,

some gold knuckled,

some without gloves,

it’s too obstinate

to concede. . . .

it’s only when

it decides to skip it

. . .

altogether

. .

are you

knocked out

.

of the ring

 

prompt: one way

whirled wide web

Old-fashioned–

I knee-board a cobweb

–ride tandem with my hacker,

click

dust mouse

to second site

–when it’s feasible

since I rely on

dial-up,

and phone booths are hard to come by.

I would upgrade, too,

I would!

If my desk chair

wasn’t a Tuffet,

if the water spout

was self-contained,

and if the super hero

–of comic book fame–

was always

Peter Parker.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pest/

 

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.