Cinquain Again 7
M. T.
is a grand name
for a cute young lady
but it will be a shock to all
us men.
Trust me
There are few things
In this world more fearful
Than to run smooth out of toilet
Paper.
Too long
I have set here
screaming for a little
help, just anyone to hand me
a wipe!
Wonder
I do about
the flat white rock I found.
How long did it have to lie there --
resting.
Breakfast?
Who is cooking?
Can I get some eggs –please!
Over easy, a piece of toast:
Some grits?
Old’s fine
are it’s alright,
as long as you don’t get
too old to retire, or too poor
to eat.
At risk
is the sunshine
from a storm that builds and
grows with the rain of discontent
anger.
Weather
Is sunshine and
Rain. Regardless Tristan
I did not mean to step on your
Cinquain!
Poets
wild folks is not
what we need --a traffic
cop for this poetic jam; or
stop lights!
Mirror?
Do not have one.
They do not work for me,
it seems that I bring out the lies
in them.
Hydro!
I had a dog
named Hydro. He had a
short leg that he lifted every
ten steps.
Their backs
against a wall
they stare at the wet paint
and wonder how long before it
will dry.
Fair game
even if they
are unarmed, stupid, crippled
and smell really, really awful?
Fair game?
Stretch marks,
I have them too!
I have them on my butt!
My father gave them to me; long
ago.
Goodwill
with your bikini?
I would give my swim-suite
but it has a hole in the knee--
left leg.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008
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