Short Bifocals Poems

Through the window of connectedness,
    the landscape grins.
 Introspective roadways?—
    nursery clay.
All the somber mountains—
    props in a play....

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Will it be crackers or detergent?
A brick of cheese or some creamy mayonaise
Cash or check
Right or Left?

Stop or go reflecting on god's ranch dressing
The windshield wipers screech to a halt
Bifocals clouded, I reach for my wallet
No lettuce in there.

I guess the crystal light
Ran away with my low fat heart...

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If 
I stood on one leg and
Told you the ABC’s backwards
Would you laugh out loud at me?

If
I planted dead roses in your garden
Would you laugh then?

If
I went skinny dipping in the lake
Would you laugh then?

If
I wore bo-bo’s that cost a dollar at the dollar store
Would you laugh then?

If
I needed bifocals
Would you laugh?

If
I liked and wore the color pink
Would you laugh?

I just wonder
Would you laugh at me?...

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Our baby is ten months old
Today I heard a loud clinking sound in his mouth
Chased him around the room
Wrestled it out of there
It was a pair of eyeglasses
One lens was gone

I hope they are my readers from the dollar store
I have nineteen pairs of them lying around the house.
If they were my husband’s bifocals, I had better stay mum
Baby dug up the asphalt driveway last month
An English cream retriever, who cannot leave anything alone....

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Evil’s Bookends


Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM
The limo arrives
the concierge opens the doors
to a clear cool night in the city,
a first Broadway Play.
A cell phone call, a Playbill
tucked between a broken pencil
and a pair of bifocals.

Sept 12, 2001, 10:35AM
Sirens blare
amid grey-white ash.
A cell phone rings,
torn Playbill flaps.
Broken pencil,
sightless glasses,
crushed in the grip
of mindless madness.



9/30/2014
Submitted for Craig Cornish
Chopped – Poetry Contest...

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