Napmares

Businessfolk packing briefcases with kittens
Sailors on sidewalks slap-fighting with mittens
Red plastic tricycles dangling from strings
Not quite the things of which Julie A. sings

Silverware polish that stains your teak table
Foxes that talk like an ancient Greek fable
Webfoot albinos and rhinos with wings
Endless buffets serving flavorless things

When the dog types
And the bell dings
And it drools like dad
I gently dismember my cable knit friends
And then I cartwheel real bad

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Definitely Probably Maybe Unless

My plans are fixed
Unless they’re not
Or they’ve been nixed
Or I forgot
Or I can’t find
A parking spot
My plans are fixed
Unless they’re not

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Bovine Online

There’s like nine online channels now
Where you can sit and watch a cow
Who doesn’t know you’re there. All day!
No tipping, please.*
*For that, you pay.

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Month Of Fun Days

A month ago I took a knee
(Albeit inadvertently)
While pledging my devotion to
My soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, you.

Within a week we’d reproduced;
That boy’d been barely Dr. Seussed
Before a Blue Fish to his Red
Swam out into our waterbed.

By then, of course, we’d relocated
North to where our future waited
Wetly in the witchless Salem.
Life’s heights loomed, and there we’d scale ’em!

Weeks went by, the children grew
Like Monet views of me and you,
Our portraits in Impressionistic
Style: Us, but more artistic.

Three weeks on, the nest is bare,
Though brimming with the love we share.
It hardly seems a month’s gone by
Since we made we of you and I.

It’s time to celebrate, my sweet!
The Baskin-Robbins down the street
Has flavors for each day and night
In which you’ve made my life delight.

If every day had been a year
We’d still not be remotely near
The time when I’d grow weary of
Our partnership. Thank you, my love.

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Fridtjof Nansen

Fridtjof Nansen
Thought a man sin
Nation
needed
Hope. Succeeded.

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Star Power

If I make the effort, then
The sunset should be awesome when
I hike to see it at the shore.
Tonight’s was, out of 10, a 4.
The sun seemed in a hurry. Why?
The trailer for The Last Jedi.

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Goal Disoriented

I know what I’m looking for
But I don’t want it anymore.
Why don’t I just stop the seeking
Now my motivation’s leaking?
Funny you should ask: That answer’s
What I’m after! So, I can’t, sir.

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