Probably Poems

Probably,Forever

This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief.


They were climbing stairs—she and her brother,
bags rustling with homework and hunger.
A man on first floor leaned on the rail,
with stinky eyes and a grin too stale.
He said something foreign—they did not reply,
just quickened their

We're Probably Getting Back Together Soon

My phone died this week.
I’ve ordered a new one—
I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence,
just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state.
But I’d be lying.

Only a handful of friends to tell.
Enough to register 
the tragedy of going off-grid 
like it’s 1503—
where I imagine
I’d be decent 
at throwing logs on a fire,
but useless at

This Probably Isn't For You and You Don’t Have to Answer

You don’t owe me anything.
That’s the difference now.

You're not asking.
I'm not hinting for less.
No one is dressing it up
as metaphor.

But I did leave something
where you’d see it.
Not a trap—
more like a record that could be
interpreted as invitation.

Of what?
Of how long the echo held
after your part went missing.

That’s all.
I won’t chase it.
I won’t rephrase.

But if something

a recipe the poem--- not a real recipe if you make it will probably be disgusting do not bake

2 eggs, 1 cup flour, a quarter stick of butter, a table spoon of olive oil, back for 30 minutes

Rats Probably Love it Down There

Rats probably live in Joe’s man cave
I never clean it; I am not a slave
I bet they have parties after midnight
Scooping up all his debris, which is out of sight.

Under his recliners are crackers and cheese.
Peanut butter, potato chips, and dust that would make me sneeze.
I imagine the rodents love being down there all cozy

But Probably Not

If I could fly high as a butterfly,
I might come down by-and-by.

It's probably me

At some point you have to see 
that it is probably just me
to be sensitive to sayins' is just to be
so whatever people say to you 
sometimes you have to say back:  it's probably just me.

 

Insomniac Deteste

A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.

Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in

Probably the Worst Mom Ever

I had not seen my former neighbor Mindy for a long time.
Out of politeness I asked about her son, who never had a chance.
She had him on anxiety meds at the age of three,
Always taking him from doctor to doctor, to prove something was wrong.
She complained constantly about how much work he was for her.
How

a poem inspired by glitchore that will age poorly probably

Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me

Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics. 

Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme 
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into 
informational abscess

Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.

Here

Probably Not

"It's too good to be true" 
I think about that saying a lot 
But yes, if it seems true 
Then, let me tell you 
Most often it's probably not

Probably Not a Barn Owl

Is it a hoot owl? Someone queried.
I had no idea. Wondering myself.
There are so many kinds of owls.
I had researched them.
It is probably not a barn owl I guessed.
For the barn had been torn down.
Two nights later I discovered my error.
Staring at me from the top of an elm tree was a large barn owl.
She

He Probably Learned His Lesson Too

We get a new mattress.
The dog is intrigued.
He chews it to bits.
We have no words.
Because he is a baby.
And we know he does not mean it.

We get new curtains.
He pulls them down.
The rod falls on his head.
I am sure he yelped.
We were not home
But we think he probably has learned his lesson.

He Probably Will

He stood on the steps as his feet hit the floor
Opened the window and yelled out the door
Called for the cat using just the dog’s name
All was quite normal with nothing the same

He hopped in his car as he pedaled his bike
On a short walk that was such a long hike
Climbed up a tree while

Probably

To probably

Is

Probably a day to late

I hazard a guess

Change passed by in the fast lane

Whilst raining

Concentrating on the blind spots

On the No 17 bus

On the top deck 

And you are the only passanger

Apart from the driver

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