Loosely inspired by a recent somewhat heart-breaking post by Cardinal Guzman, I decided that the world needs more bad poetry. At peace, At home. Alone. Quiet, but not quite. The kettle boiling, Coffee brewing— Another day, another night. Advertisements
Her tail— Like a snake Slicing the air
I brought home snow On my coat— It melted On the floor Within seconds.
Pedestrians are people with destinations In their minds And baggage in their hands Too heavy to carry around But cars— Put your weight away in the trunk And let you guide As though you’re in control
Trams come and go Stopping on the go Crawling tediously Counting meters As they go
In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab. Uprooted Rejected By what you loved Crushed to the ground With no resources No roots to take In
In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab. Fem or man Man or wo-man All hum-man All equal Some more Some less
In response to Andy Townend’s Poetry 101 Rehab. Ulysses fares abroad adventuring Penelope waits at home for him With the quiet heroism of women