Categories:
superglued, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Their heads superglued, smiles extend,
the spread of their deer quilt upon his lap.
They read, as if one, “Mon—ey can’t buy
hap-pi-ness but it can buy hunting gear…
which is pretty much the same thing.”
Last line succinctly added to their chime.
The deer stand, his pride, sometimes
given up to his wife, as he nervously
waits in the pickup truck. Recently
women show their trophies on media
with bowed knee and the stance of
a hunting rifle. Husband pounds chest.
2/4/2021
Categories:
superglued, husband, wife,
Form: Free verse
There was a cowboy from Arkansas
Who bragged that he was quick on the draw
They superglued his holster
Before he dueled a gangster
He doesn't brag much any more – nah!
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 23, 2020 for 'WILD' poetry contest sponsored ANTHONY SLAUSIN
Originally posted on September 3, 2019
Categories:
superglued, fantasy, fun, silly,
Form: Limerick
Scattered room, a mess.
Disorganized.
Empty bottles of prescription pills.
Empty water bottles.
Empty void.
Yet the trash is half empty too.
A beating heart that's tightening
The heartbeats slow down
Then speeds up again.
The nerves signal the cortex
The brain, to replay.
The worst things in life.
Green tea which boosts metabolism
Supposed to boost the better emotion
But it's not.
The void is still there.
The light reflections are not a warm glow
They are of emptiness and shallow.
Though there is no presence of conflict
In this moment in time
Why does it still exist?
Hands close
Hands open
Hands freezing cold.
Lifeless.
Dreams come and go
Nightmares stay.
But this is not that girl, that boy.
Being strong isn't hiding
Plastering fake smiles on.
Being strong is talking and conquering.
But the laughter and positivity
They're superglued.
There's an abyss elsewhere.
Categories:
superglued, absence, depression, feelings, lost,
Form: Free verse
I come unplugged
Blank with expression
A regression into a past
that sticks
superglued to my ass
that damn past!!!!
i clasp my hands
against the railings
of moments that adds more loads of sh.....
spitting words of hurt
regretting that i held on
the heat becomes numb as the
chill takes over
as the time decides to
grace me with a grain
living a screen at a pace
that would make the turtle
Flashgordon of movement.
A finger at a time
the hands removed itself
placed my love handles on scales
balancing my present with my future!
Categories:
superglued, confusion, introspection, life, time
Form: Free verse