Pop-u-LAR (NaPoWriMo #10)

Brown-handled scissors,
Used twist ties,
National Park expired pass.
The new fishing license tsks, hand on hip
“Whenever I see someone, less fortunate than I,”

The washer nudges the screw
“What’s with this guy?”

The license twirls around, sexy pose,
“And let’s face it, who isn’t less fortunate than I?”

The asparagus rubber band blushes a deeper blue
“My tender heart tends to start to…..”

Muffled swish.

The building shed brochure,
Brushing off dust
From the narrow space,
Winks at the blue band.

Light shafts in.
Scissors, pass, washer, etc.
Shift from opening.
“Honey, have you seen my fishing license
“I think it’s in the junk drawer.”

Little jazz hands
Drumming at the space
Under the drawer

Budding Bits (NaPoWriMo #5)

Budding bits
               winter bark in
               pink petals whisper-lyte
and burst

onetwothreefourfive pomsjustpuffslikecream

hers was a buxom bride
                                                  and what i want to know is
how do you waste these brief beauties
Miserly Spring?

(original favorite)

Buffalo Bill’s

e.e. cummings

Buffalo Bill ’s
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death

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