Long Benadryl Poems

Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being in the slammer. She'd shot the louse in the stomach...

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Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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The year dear Callie - my best cat ever - fell victim to cancer,
she had lived 18 wonderful years
as queen of our house, for sweetly did that calico rule our hearts.
I’d realized too late her...

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There are millions of loves. 
There are the loves that come in seasons;
The winter that covers you in white, 
So innocent, yet so deadly if you let it sit on you too long, 
Suffocating you...

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The bad news is we have yellow jackets in our yard.
A colony of which I whole-heartedly disapprove.
The good news is these yellow jackets showed me…I can still bust a move.

A quick fact about yellow jackets…if...

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In early spring some days are cold, 
for winter’s loath to break its hold, 
still sending winds that bite and sting. 
Some days are cold in early spring.

Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique...

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I was scratched and scraped to smithereens, 
But luckily had collected enough sticklefarts 
to bake a pie, and make some tasty tartlsnidds with greens. 
We have some cracklwhif, mom suggested with cozy hearts.

I ate a...

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We have a dog, and Snickers is his name.
Like the candy bar, his color is the same.

Our dog by now is six or maybe seven.
Living with him isn’t always heaven.

But as he gets older, he’s...

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Teetering on the edge of the cliff
Tipping the scale in my favor
Looking down, my stomach twists
All food has lost its flavor.
My broken spirit drowns in the abyss
This number is my identity
My self-esteem, a sliding scale
This...

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I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom 
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my...

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Suffering from a disease called determination 
It plagues my mind like a raging parasite
Feeding off of my will and my drive.
Inside me is where it tries to hide.
Making my heart beat to the sound of...

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Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.

Fragrances of March and April, 
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to...

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So far removed from our primitive nature...we don't even hear when GOD speaks...we'd rather adhere to the rules and the foolery...thus so man devolves back to crawling on his knees...this time from being defeated...never lived...

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