Best Necks Poems

*Inspired by Cheryl Hoffman’s “The Skin We’re In”  — Go read it!

On a turkey it's called a wattle
on a moose, "the bell," (not “the bottle”)
Those batlike things?
(too small - see wings)
dewlaps*, odd appendages we coddle

We're prisoners of the skin we’re in
some have it thick,...

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Broken necks,no battle,
All necks bottles'!...

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Now here's a funny sight, my friends
People with extra long necks
Much like giraffes you see at the zoo
A really strange sight, by heck

They drive convertibles for obvious reasons
It sure ain't so great in the snow
Their houses are rather tall and skinny
How they sleep at night,...

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Now here's an unusual sight, my friends
People with extra long necks
Much like giraffes you see at the zoo
A really strange sight, by heck

They drive convertibles for obvious reasons
It sure ain't so great in the snow
Their houses are rather tall and skinny
How they sleep at night,...

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GREET PRISCA AND AQUILA, MY CO-WORKERS IN CHRIST JESUS, WHO RISKED THEIR NECKS FOR MY LIFE ROMANS 16:3-4

PRISCA (ALSO CALLED PRISCILLA) and Aquila 
Were first-century lay missionaries who accompanied Paul on his travels
His praise of these two indicates that their dedication was exceptional
I wonder if...

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The deer is a warm and fresh road kill
Will go good with the moonshine from your still
That red neck life style you will always have
Red Necks don't have to have a reason to be mad
You feel that on taxes you always get screwed
Hunting animals doesn't...

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in “the land of the free”
the producers of ideas &
the creators of word, image & music
act as if the compensation which they gain
in such ventures
should be greater than that of those who
work on cures for diseases
or protect their children at night 
from violence & destruction---
what...

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That problems of the mind 
are greater still 
more injurious
than a hundred 
broken necks.
Clothes 
smile
beating heart,
these things 
are only masks 
hiding the creature 
beneath....

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I walk into school with my Bible in my hand, spine soft from use, corners worn like an old friend. I underline the verses that feel like home and scribble in the margins like I’m writing letters to God. People glance over, sometimes with curiosity,...

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I’m surprised your first name is Rex.
It’s not kingly to often vex
Nor Godly much store set on sex…

Are you damned sure your name is Rex.
Your lips often form the word “Sex”,
Even as ears tremble or vex…

Every woman on her cheeks pecks,
Badly three relationship wrecks,
Saying “Nothing...

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