Dammit
Buried under my blanket
and sheets so soft and deep,
I remember, with regret,
that once awake, I can’t get back to sleep.
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Write one leaf about spilled milk.
I look down at my regrets
spread out across the floor…
And I try not to forget
I can always go back to the store.
Faster! Deeper!
As I look outside my walls,
I survey a scene in white.
The world buried in snowfall
with still no end in sight.
Goylem
Painting my draft upon the canvas –
my strokes are all untried.
But if I can avoid digress,
my will won’t be denied.
God save the king!
I met a king once, haughty and tall,
he liked to put on noble airs,
but I looked down and saw all
the corpses of those who’d gotten him there.
Punxsutawney Phil
I wonder why people think it’s prudent
to trust weather prediction to a rodent…
he rarely says we’ll have an early spring
(hopefully he’s as accurate as the real thing).
Thank God for short months
Well, I used up all my easy styles
so these next few poems will take a while
as I sit in my chair and wrack my brain
trying to write these February quatrains.
A (wise) man of two faces 