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Monthly Archives: April 2016
Feels Like I’m Stalling
I ought to be running. The plan in my phone Says I ought to be running, Not writing alone On the sofa, inertially Biding my time With procrastinatactile Inaction in rhyme.
Posted in poetry
Tagged inertia, lazy, procrastination, running, stalling, tactile, writing
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Seven Up
Seven is the number that I reach for at each dropped hat And it bothers me to quit Before I count up to it. Iambs are not seven’s friend But this poem still can end Happily.
The Afterbath
El Niño takes the beach by force. The war fog lifts. What’s left? A horse. First question: Did the rider fall? And two: Is Aquaman that small?
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Tagged aftermath, amphibious assault, Aquaman, Coronado, El Niño, seahorse
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So Sous Me
I button the cat in her jacket And straighten her wee little tocque. She calls for an egg and I crack it. It’s breakfast. Let’s feed these fine folk!
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Tagged breakfast, cats, chef, cooking, dirty dining, health regulations, sous chef, tocque
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Sweet 15: A Failed Haiku
My post-workout Rocky Road and oatmeal stout It’s what I’m owed
Foot Ball
The penguin took my meatball But I won’t have him arrested. He only wants to play with it, As he himself’s attested. He’s practicing for fatherhood: He keeps it on his feet For warmth and its protection. After practice, then … Continue reading
Pain + Gain
A month or so and I’ll forget The pain today. I haven’t yet And that’s okay: A hard long run Makes marathon day much more fun.
