Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Categories:
thunking, fun, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
i'd written
and thought
hidden several
drafts but cheers
to the last
pint that has
me with frothy
mustache over my
hairy but
beware of
the tickle to
come when i
down
the last
draft and
laugh and
say gan bei
cin cin salud
prost and skal
but after awhile
i'm
lost in
translation
????? ???????
Categories:
thunking, muse,
Form: I do not know?
in diagnosis of psychosis, his pincer glasses reddening his nose,
the professor’s leverage - his certificate upon his office wall - the know-it-all.
a fragment of his time spent examining inky blots - the bevel of distortions of a picasso-like mind. he derided himself for thinking his patient as a derelict, given his own raggedy suit, long scraggly beard. He tap..tap...taps his pen, thunking it against his papers...tap, tap, tap to the annoyance of this...ahem, derelict.
“I must find a resolution to your illness. This panic you feel when you step into my office,” he can never bring himself to look the stranger in the eye.
with the vortex of a sinkhole, his innards drop out, when the derelict calls out,
“Times up!”
in conclusion of his illusion until next week, he thinks to himself,
‘next time we show up clean cut. that will fool him.’ he takes the blots with him.
he must know the answers for next time. the derelict must be locked up and he must be set free.
6/11/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Kai Neumann
*My original is 14 lines. Please don’t hold it against me if the poem runs longer on PS.
Categories:
thunking, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
always thinking
thinking why die
why say hi
why say bye
why we lie
why we get high
why do we try
why cant we fly
but I cant stop
cant stop thinking
thinking about thunking
thunking about thonking
thonking why I must I think about thinking
thinking that it wont end
thinking it wont end now that it had to begin
so why
Categories:
thunking, truth,
Form: ABC