Random

I wrote this poem just before my 30th birthday many moons ago. Actually, it was written exactly 13 years ago (I just noticed … lol). What are the friggin’ odds?! It’s another piece of seeming nonsense that holds a world of meaning for me, but then, I’m used to all the crazy crap that swims around in my noggin. So here’s to National Poetry Month once again …

 

random

4-24-01

 

three-oh

cars she’s past

on her way to work

mph

curling gray

at the temple

zzz

wake with a start

ignition

shuts

its eyelids are dark

off

meandering

lulling into a whimsical hum

clickety-click-click

creaking

rolling joints

popping popcorn

like snapping a fallen twig in half

the tree’s already dead

bark

lining the grooves

indentations

feeling shiverish

whirling

churning milk for butter

grease stains

dribbling from the chipmunk’s chubby cheeks

squeeze-squeeze

grimaces the dimples

hurts

eking the blood

drip-drip

drip-drip

drip-drip

dried

gnarling

churlish

the clinging vines embrace the forgotten building that once offered shelter

pining

overlapping

rustling twines of shushed regret

inner

‘nother three-oh

years spent hiding

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2 Comments

  1. HD

    Really LOVE this poem! Thank you!

    • Thank YOU for reading it, and for your kind feedback! 🙂

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