I miss How that little stubby tail Of yours Would wiggle Like the speed of light Every time I’d come home From a long day At work You became not Only my spoiled Baby But my confidante You’d look at me As if I were…
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem #11: Brown.
The symbol of your soul, The dirty streets of your rustic dream, Of that winter home in the forest. Or perhaps the muddy earth, From after the rain, The defeated walk, And the stains on your feet, The brown, copper world, Of your life, The…
Hour Eleven – Dogs
The have to lick. It’s how they think. They’ll lick your face and make you blink. They’ll lick their balls in front of you they’ll lick another’s Really? Eeeww… They’ll lick a bone that has no meat they’ll lick the floor they’ll lick…
A Modest Proposal
Marry me for my bad jokes. The ones that our dad would probably make. And that sometimes you know… you find them funny. Or make them to yourself. Marry me for the way we watch sad movies together. As I cringe and cry with you…
A Poem for Hour 11
Another symbol of adult life That escapes me, Like being a wife Or having a baby, But let’s remember That with these things comes great responsibility, And that’s something that’s never appealed to me – I like to come and go as I please, Or…
Crystal Part 3
7:43pm 20 years old not even old enough to to buy alcohol “The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you.” My teeth clanked against the glass I held her glass castle in my hand I lit my…
Rainbow Bridge
Loping through the grass That loving gaze trips my heart Bright pink tongue lolling
Six…
Longingly, Lovingly, Angrily he cast his intense eyes upon her… …his fluffy white feline frenemy. Laughing and pointing at him in his human coat, she purrrrred and danced naked as the light changed and cold crept in amongst them. Who is laughing now? He chuffed…
Dixie
Her soft brown eyes melted at the sign of her boy Her nub tail would shake the couch if you held her toy, but one day, the door was left open and she ran I doubt the driver saw her, just a slick flash of…
NO WORDS TODAY
HOUR ELEVEN POEM # 11 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON NO WORDS TODAY Where are my words today? Strange I have nothing to say. My mind a blur and a blank, No reason to stop at the bank. I’m silent and unable to speak, Sit in…