I rather enjoy being stepped in now and then,
all the water kicked out of my fairly
fragile puddle–
me left drying sway-backed
in the sun.
It hurts like hell doesn’t,
it says something still inflicts a rise in this
one life
which knows about running down,
which knows about the dead insides of
tasty-looking dreams and failure heroes.
It says
someone with two hands and jesus
only knows how many faces
cares enough to run a few miles off
his deadly route
to smash me.
Thanks to him I put my broken face
together thinking
there is something smelling good about these
ugly flowers
after all.
Deep Thought: You know how to paint a room real fast? Just put paint rollers on your feet and somehow figure out how to skate up the walls and across the ceiling.
Today I am grateful for: Big feet
Comments (8)
the flowers look pretty!!!
I know. I had a hard time finding a picture of really ugly ones. LOL.
Did you like the Day After? I saw that, and loved it!! The dialogue was a bit cheesy in some parts, but hey, it was a disaster movie! Great special effects!
Yup, I liked it okay. I knew exactly what to expect. I like Dennis Quaid and the kid who plays his son whose name I can’t remember how to spell. I hope we do do something about global warming before it’s too late. That was a good message. Hey, is this picture better?
nice poetry, I especially like the way it builds at the start
I like the verse.
I need a poem for a woman suffering with a broken ankle. Any offers?
I especially like: “which knows about the dead insides of
tasty-looking dreams and failure heroes.”