Short Surfboarding Poems

Around 10 A.M. it opened 
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels.

Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.

Around six in the evening
 Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.

“Been working on a poem,” it said....

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Around 9 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels
on YouTube. When it laughed
the birds in its head fell silent
as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously
combusted.

Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
It day-dreamed,
now and then it thought of sex,
but in a nonrealistic way.

Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,”
it said....

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