7/22/2019 0 Comments Sometimes poems are just for kicksI like to play with words and words into verses and verses into poems. Who doesn’t? Sometimes a poem is important and moves the moral narrative forward to a better place. These are the poems I love to read and find. But sometimes I like to write poems just for kicks. So here is a poem that is not an important poem, nor a particularly good poem. But I hope it makes you smile. This poem is dedicated to my friend, or to you, on a day whose ‘wasband’ gave her an unacceptable word assault. (You know who you are).
The disgruntled wife His words spewed from his mouth like an angry cartoon. She could see them hitting his carpet capunk! capunk,! anvils on his floor. she did the only sensible thing to do at times like these she collapsed his mandibles then squeezed his eyeballs into one an insufficient cyclops organs tissues then cells turned to a marbled ball of blood and skin she crawled onto those spaces his molecules and atoms next collapsed with no space their galactic distances condensed without their air he was so small smaller than a mote of dust satisfied the disgruntled wife began to clean HER house but she could not see him so she hoovered him by accident his ugly words no longer on Her carpet.
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