Sunday, April 18, 2010

Unfinished Poem

(you may not want to post this one)

She had been drinking, somewhat

I was about to say, seriously

She said she was no good at sex

I told her I was not so hot either

so we would make a perfect pair.


I was wearing loose jeans and work boots

She was wearing tight jeans

and shoes that wobbled her nicely

her loose hair casual like

and a joyful face

as we discussed her sex problems.


(Who would like to finish!)

Peter Goodwin

2 comments:

  1. The dog eats anything
    lettuce, chick peas, mangoes
    anything that's good enough for me is
    good enough for her
    thank you very much

    She barks.

    she barks at thunder
    she barks at gunshots
    her ears flap
    like wings as her paws lift off
    the ground

    she barks until it's quiet
    until the storm passes
    until the guns run dry


    Maggie Creshkoff
    (typing one-handed because of the dog)

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  2. Just Fine

    I overslept
    burned our oatmeal
    dropped my toothbrush in the toilet
    and forgot your mother's birthday.

    Out walking in the cold
    slipped and fell and landed
    more embarrassed than hurt
    frightened that poor dog.

    Limped home
    the forgotten bag of garbage
    greeted me at the door
    But you sat on the couch
    and rubbed my ankle.




    May Kuroiwa

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