Tucking in the worms
beneath a grassy blanket
We’ve had a splendid year
don’t forget to thank it,
It’s cloudy in the city
no so, on the farm
it really is a pity
a drought does so much harm,
A coffee mug of pencils
who buys them off the street?
a donut made at Wetzel’s
and breakfast is complete,
This poem is going nowhere
but I had these words to use
so I put them all upon this page
and now it doesn’t rhyme.
Kerplunk could be the sound of a frog jumping
into a pond.
Kerplunk could show up in a cartoon text
bubble.
What you never want is to have kerplunk be
the sound of a nurse dropping a clipboard after reading your diagnosis.
I actually grew a
little tired watching a lizard do push-ups on a rock. It’s like watching someone on television
drink a glass of dark beer is somehow more satisfying than actually drinking
one. Maybe there is something wrong with
me. When just seeing exercise wares me
out and an image of beer cures my thirst, something must to be off.
I think that when
time eventually stops, everything will become eerily quiet.
It’s impossible to
play that word association thing with yourself.
Does the identity of
poor people ever get stolen?
Right about now, I’d
like to stop thinking.
1. Why Cat Stevens changed his name to Yusuf
Islam
2. Where
contractors go when the job is half done
3. The point of square roots
4. Where
they put the caffeine they remove from coffee
5. Which is faster, time or light?
6. If
you hold a beer can up to your ear, why can’t you hear the buzz?
7. Why
do pencil erasers get erased at the same speed as pencil marks
8. Is
a dry spot on the slope the same as a blank spot in a memory?
9. Is
there anything that really matters?
10.
Why we are here.
It may not make sense to you
but it does to them,
It’s the reason they fly
they also can walk
and it keeps them afloat
when they try to swim,
What a Pelican eats
gets packaged and sold
it’s little and formed
it’s chocolate and rolled,
It makes them feel good
from their head
to their tootsies,
and it certainly isn’t fish.
My market sells donuts in packs of six, and I
have one each morning with my coffee.
Today, there isn’t even a hole left, so I know it must be Friday.
It wasn’t until he removed the last log from the woodpile that he noticed all of the snakes. He had always known there was one, he had seen it before, but never did he think there would be this many.
He had no intention of relocating them or chasing them off. He knew they were keeping the bug population down, as well as any visiting rodents.
As he stood there, it suddenly dawned on him that the snakes didn’t scatter when he revealed himself, which is what should have happened. He looked down, focusing on each one and noticed that every snake was facing in the same direction, and not at him.
Something across the road had their attention and now he was more concerned as to what that was than he was about the snakes beneath his woodpile. The animal kingdom can always sense danger before we can. They know when something is about to happen.
He leaned towards the
road, squinting to see if he could tell what had the snakes so concerned. Then he noticed movement by his feet. All of the snakes were taking cover, but from
what? They were rushing to hide under whatever they could find, from
whatever it was across the road, and I began thinking I too, should go back
into the house.
