curly haired dog
you are an angel
your heavenly color, my clue
snuggle to my chest
lick my hand
nuzzle my arm
all sugar, no spice
poetry
Poem #651
two kisses in the morning:
one when I get up
turn her over
and try not to miss her lips
she smiles sleepily
one when I leave
lift her chin
and lean almost falling over
she mumbles, “I love you, see you later”
Poem #650
my mind exploded
all my muscles tensed
to keep my bones from shaking
I didn’t even realize
until I couldn’t read
I had things to do
so I shut the door
the other room rumbled
while I tried to ignore it
nothing was right
I wasn’t feeling
but I drove then ate
finally went to sleep
then I stopped
but I’m still scared
to open the door
Poem #649
3 black-ink, clear barrel pens
white knife-sharpened pencil
dog collar
extra spearmint gum
bills
an invitation
a styrofoam box and lid
j.d. robb’s “promises in death”
a tall lamp
multi-colored crinkle balls
blue cloth napkin
chewy salmon dog treats
photocopies of prescriptions
flat green charging cable
textbooks
spray bottle
on a big table
Poem #648
scientist was attempting an experiment
in a pod off the main spaceship
he lived in isolation
to unlock the power of his mind
his only entertainment was the vast space
it was full and empty
too far away to feel close
he retreated into his mind
he was so powerful
the only one alive
he studied his own thoughts
he repeated every thought over and over
until the meaning was so warbled
and he had to do it
it was his only truth
taken out of context from humanity
he could do anything
no one else existed
but as these things go,
isolation ended per his original instructions
and he was welcomed warmly
but he had changed
he babbled and pushed everyone away
and the warmth froze over
his pod was detached
to prohibit further isolation
but his mind went with it
Poem #647
she sees me smiling too much
and she knows
Poem #646
rain drops on my car
not going very far
tv and a little lark
Poem #645 – Witch’s Home
this is a witch’s home
she delights in dark
old dry flowers adorn the walls
cats laze on every flat surface
calm magic in the air
she concocts plans to scare
yes please, scare them all away
this is a witch’s home
only for the dark and ghoulish
the haunts and foolish
Poem #644
I want to sew a dress
but not just any dress
it has to have pockets
maybe even ten pockets
it has to be green
but not just any green
green with a touch of blue
frilly trim that’s blue
it’s got to go to my knees
but not past my knees
the sleeves have to be loose
but not too loose
that’s why I want to sew a dress
no one sells my kind of dress
Poem #643
cat on the lap
rat in the box
bat in the dark