The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up with a compound bow. Continue reading
Tag Archives: humor
Craig’s List Poetry: Truffle Bed
I have lain in the exquisite pleasure
Of a strong, loving man’s arms,
And I have slept where the creek
Flows in the summer evening,
And made my bed in the breeze
Of a fall day near the meadow’s edge, Continue reading
Pine Suit
Bedroom suit. No bed.
Perhaps there are other rooms
Your pine attire will match,
Though do not forget the armoire,
Which for some reason,
Is easier to spell than “suite.” Continue reading
Your Gesture
His Request
This morning he asked me
For adjectives. I said,
“You are the first man
To ask me for adjectives.”
Not that any women
Have, though that would not
Have been remarkable. Continue reading
Geometry
In some circles, they will not
Wear purple or eat from paper plates
Unless reinforced. In some circles,
The radius cannot be determined
And the similarity to a planet
Must be achieved by standing
On one leg and looking under
One’s elbow past the cereal box
On the tiled counter. Continue reading
Craig’s List Poem #5
old headbored & frame – $40 (broken arrow)
Date: 2012-10-03, 9:04AM CDT
Reply to: see below
not sure of the age just know its old $40 918-671-6786
What daily dose shall I have this morning?
The pain reliever that will ease the curlicued
Circuitous life, the shock of an ennui wait Continue reading
Overheard at the Scale House
What a dick!
Pug a beast*
You’re on the wrong channel.
I think I can. I think I can.
. . . new set of handcuffs
That’s what her name was.
I think I just dropped 2 tickets
Down the hole.
Dispatch? . . . Dispatch? . . . Dispatch?
Need to pick up some riff-raff*
Down in the hole
You’re just psycho with a capital ‘S.’
Don’t aggravate the pug!*
–Shaun Perkins
Note: Most popular rock at the quarry is called “pugged aggregate base.” Another item that trucks frequently come in for is “rip-rap,” 12”-24” boulders like you see under bridges or close to waterways.
Craig’s List Poetry: Ejecutive
One minute I was attempting
To figure out email
And the next I was flying
Through the sky,
My bald head ringed
With acoustic ceiling tile, Continue reading
Blowing up the Microwave
She didn’t want the damn thing. She TOLD Jack
and Leigh, I got no use for that damn thing.
They set it up on the table she kept
potted plants and grocery sacks on, and she
ignored it for two weeks before warming
up some dinner rolls. She pushed start; her heart
fluttered at the sound of the glass cracking.
It’s that twisty-tie, Jack said on the phone.
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