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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label who's going to clean this carpet?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label who's going to clean this carpet?. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Can We Keep Him?

photo by Alex Stoddard

He was purchased on a whim from the dime store
The kids kept whining and begging and well,
you know how it is
He was only $5.99, including the bowl
No one ever imagined he'd actually live so long
The kids fed him dried leaves
and bird feathers
and sometimes forgot to feed him at all
They even took him out to play with him
and dropped him on the floor!
There he was-all covered in dirt and moss
We were sure he was dead then, but no
They rinsed him off and he was fine
He's outgrown his bowl
and 3 tanks
He's costing us a fortune in food
and he doesn't do very much
I guess we're stuck with him-
he's so big that if I flushed him now
he'd probably clog up the plumbing.

submitted for The Mag 114

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Ruby Red Cherries

Bright burgundy orbs
Crimson juice bleeds sticky sweet
Lips stained cerise blush
RUBY RED CHERRIES
Lips stained cerise blush
Crimson juice bleeds sticky sweet
Bright burgundy orbs