My worse enemy
I feel that deep desire;
need to quench that fire;
more, it’s yet to peak;
sleep is for the weak.
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Dirty table
A runny nose, a fever under my skin,
an aching body, and fits of coughin’…
The elementalism of disease:
a body’s burden but a mind’s tease.
3 months down
Oh how the time goes so fast…
it’s already been a season.
Hopefully as more go past…
I will still keep pleasin’.
Snowicide
They’re calling for more snow
to fall from up above.
But that’s ok, my frosty fellow –
I’ve got your flattened metal love.
That’s Mr. Boss to you
When it comes to leading others,
I could use a firmer hand.
But I hate being a bother
so I often let things stand.
Maybe I’m adopted…
They move about the house,
snowfall rubbernecking.
I’m more like a mouse
than these giants, thundering.
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.
D’oh 2
I had so much fun
that I forgot to write a
poem yesterday.
I need to stop forgetting
or start writing in advance.
Apples or Oranges?
I could ask about
the nature of the world,
the stars in the sky,
the existence of a soul…
All manner of things:
religion, politics, truth…
But what you asked for
was an uplifting moment
so: apples or oranges?
Boxen in the mail
Pretty and shiny,
it even glows in the dark!
I hope this toy lasts
longer than the ones before.
I do play so very rough.
A (wise) man of two faces 