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.
My cat won’t meet my eye.
OH CRA– I mean, um…Hi!
Nice kitty! You’re awake?
Good death glare. Like some cake?
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!
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.”
Encased in silken snares
Predaceous spiders’ traps
Invisible to passers-by
Who only see my crazed face-slaps
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.
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.