Monthly Archives: April 2017
Saturated tissue Sticky sweaty issues Tobacco misuse Sorry cant kiss you Eyes burning Never learning Atchoo! Heads turning Feeling feverish and surly Dont mind my sneezing Hands clammy and greasy Feeling a bit queasy Being sick on the train is … Continue reading
The way little fuzzys stick in your hair is my pride and joy Your tiny wobbly legs are my pillars of strength Your hyperactive squeals are my zen mantra Your vulnerable frame curled asleep on my bed is my vigilance … Continue reading
If someone tells you they have Phantom Limb Syndrome And you offer to lend them your leg YOU AIN’T GETTING THAT LEG BACK Day 25: A whole convoluted lemony snicketish series of unfortunate inside jokes. But is it poetry?
Poem to stick in your spokes I am a ball of flailing legs and arms and dirt and dust Tumbling over and under myself along this rooty trail Once I was walking, no, once I was running Powerful feet pounding … Continue reading
(Chorus) You can eat a Yukina You can stew a Yucca stew You musta seen a Mustard Green Let us eat some Lettuce too Share a Colrabi with a cool Rabbi Test your mettle with some Nettle In a Nettle … Continue reading
Dark is rushing by Nearly touching my Head thats pounding hard Whistle sounding sharp Looking ever forward Rounding every corner People getting on Never stopping long Sound of pounding rails Rush of drowning wails Hear the flashing cry Life is … Continue reading
Bite wind cool drops water Words spill between you and me Made a little place in my mind to live A sacred little parcel on which To build my love to you Day 10: Keeping things moving …