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Walking into poems blindly
Leaving unrhymed words behind me
Shoving meter into fish
To make a verse emerge (I wish)
Tacos crop up–can’t say why–
I have a plan! No, that’s a lie.
Well, sort of: Type until I’m done
And hope I’m left with something fun.
Sometimes rhymes just flow like water,
Sometimes not. Tonight’s a notter.

Tuesday Night Awesome

My cat won’t meet my eye.
OH CRA– I mean, um…Hi!
Nice kitty! You’re awake?
Good death glare. Like some cake?

Oh, Sandy

Tsunamis pound the shores out west
And “Frankenstorm’s” back east.
I overslept and missed the test–
Could we get rain, at least?
We’re used to fluid in the air
But now there’s none around.
If there’s some where you are, take care
And head for higher ground!

Over There On That Branch

I’ll just go out on a limb, here, and say,
Nobody, anywhere, ever said, “Jim,
[Or whomever] I hate metaphor, so today
I’m literally going out on a limb.”

Just Keep Walking

Morning porch
Encased in silken snares
Predaceous spiders’ traps
Invisible to passers-by
Who only see my crazed face-slaps

Counter Downer

Eleven days ’til we can nix–
Or plunge back into–misery,
Depending on your politics.
Whichever way it goes, we’ll see
More brinksmanship and bickering
From both sides of the red/blue wall
And, ultimately, not a thing
Will be accomplished. Not. At. All.

Party Poopee

Everyone’s asleep but me
Their thoughts a giant cartoon “Z”
The cat’s ears flat against her skull
The puppy’s scent receptors full
Of odors from beneath her tail…
This party’s pooped. I’m gonna bail.

Cat On My Chest

I’m trying to rest
There’s a cat on my chest

I’m cursed or I’m blessed
There’s a cat on my chest

My heart’s slightly stressed
By the cat on my chest

My lungs are compressed
Beneath Cat-On-My-Chest

A histamine test
Is this cat on my chest

It’s AllergyFest
When there’s cat on my chest

Giants win! …I digressed
There’s a cat on my chest

Bananidiom

The English language needs a word–
If one exists, I haven’t heard–
That indicates banana traits
Are found in what one contemplates.

Bananific might suffice;
Embananic–also nice.
Bananariferous–too much?
Bananany–too cute? (A touch.)

Bananical sounds scientific;
Bananiacal, horrific.
Bananalic has appeal.
How’s bananish make you feel?

Bananaly describes a verb:
“Sue clung bananaly to Herb.”
Interested? If not at all,
Adverbalize the word banal.

Just outside my house last night:
Two cats, one bananicious fight.
I ran outside to lend a hand,
They’d split. *Rim shot!* (I need a band.)

Banana-like’s too hyphenese.
Like a banana? Mmm, yes, please!
You say that’s just a simile?
Go ‘way. You’re bananoying me.

Adjectively, banana lacks.
That’s not opinion. Them’s the facts!
I blame banananentropy.
(It’s rampant at the O.E.D.)

Debate No. 3

I’m just a bit delight chagrined
I’ll dodge duck miss tonight’s debate
And won’t be forced subjected able
To participate
By typing bitter snarky rhymes
While Mitt and Barry posture.
My Salem Pops rehearsal calls–
Miss that, and it’ll cost yer!