A Chicken Carol
It was the week before Christmas
and all through the house
there wasn’t a sound
‘cept for that damn mouse
It was the week before Christmas
and all through the house
there wasn’t a sound
‘cept for that damn mouse
assuming there is an unlimited supply
days months years
You might sayshe stitched her life in a loose-wove cloth Examined closelyyou can see the flawszigzagging where it should have […]
when we are literally sick and tired,
we turn back, and see others running behind us
with a bit more energy,
We don’t need the wisdom of Solomon to prioritize
all of the desperate human beings knocking at our door.
Old enough to know she shouldn’t touch them,
although she often did.
Old enough to sound out the words
embossed on their labels:
Evening in Paris
Perfume
Cologne
Eau de Toilette
Toilet water in a bottle?
She would puzzle the why of it.
While you were snickering and sniveling,palms circling together in sinister delight,as you yelped, Gotcha again, libtard! While regurgitated liesslithered through […]
When my grandmother took me with her on her annual summer vacation to Atlantic City, it was not anything like I had expected.
Posted a selfie of the two of us(Would that be an us-ie?)Kept looking at your face in the photoSomething was […]
Sticky stuff of cadence and rhyme,
repeated by humankind since vowels and consonants
first combined as stories passed from
fires to phones, stubbornly persist.