Wednesday, March 18th, 2015
Each seat would drift down
the sea of carpet, floated
back by tides of hands.
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Tuesday, March 17th, 2015
The kitchen crew spent
an afternoon lunch break with
laughter and rantings.
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Monday, March 16th, 2015
This is the Monday
I start my diet, early
rising, workouts, prayers.
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Sunday, March 15th, 2015
It’s not for the pay.
The consummate grump does it
for the love of pain.
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Saturday, March 14th, 2015
Let the other guy
do it. Coffee breaks won’t take
themselves, now, will they?
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Friday, March 13th, 2015
Let’s live in our own
universes, unchecked by
facts or sanity.
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Thursday, March 12th, 2015
The hyphen lay still
between parentheses, just
out of his comma.
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Wednesday, March 11th, 2015
The roving robot
wrangled wandering carts from
lot purgatory.
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Tuesday, March 10th, 2015
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- santa’s second job
To make ends meet, St.
Nick delivers pizzas and
subs across Finland.
- the season of light hors d’oeuvres
Maybe a nibble,
some eggnog, a cookie and …
a tray of meatballs.
- turf wars: the blaze awakens
First they came for the
Blazers, and I did not speak
out, because Roll Tide.
- on the loss of camaraderie
Time in the trenches
builds character but also
forges true friendships.
- speaks volumes
The best compliment
I paid the wretch was to keep
my mouth tightly shut.
- the illusion of what is earned
Achievement measured
against sweat turns up as a
lousy ratio.
- goodbye, cruel branch
The leaves decided
en masse to give in and leap
to a certain doom.
- fortune favors the bold
She and he walked through
the town square as night closed in
and they thought, why not?
- and the heart beats a little faster
He feared he missed her
by a decade or two but
vowed to catch up quick.
- once upon a tinder
She swiped through one frog
after another, seeking
a digital prince.
- to my not-so-secret admirer
The thoughtful words for
the inscription seared his heart
more so than the book.
- like a two-by-four to her heart
Romance was a no-
good, two-timer, and love was
a four-letter word.
- love among the introverts
They acknowledged their
passion with an intimate
and smoldering nod.
- in her own skin
She would, at times, find
her self pleasantly surprised
and somewhat amiss.
- love contract
Mystery room, light
bondage, full obedience,
three meals, no “Twilight.”
- a bookmark
The passage pulled her
back over and over, words
that tugged at her heart.
- hazards of a good read
He zipped through her taut
pages, not quite focused on
the words but the scribe.
- perfect matches without candles
Sometimes, it’s better
to curse the darkness while you
cuddle up at night.
- baby, it’s consensual outside
I really can’t stay.
— But, baby, it’s cold outside.
Don’t call me “baby.”
- aisles to go before i sleep
Would she like something
sparkly, or silky, or a
present from the heart?
- pedals down
They wound their way home
on bicycles built for two,
(Their hearts popped wheelies.)
- sweeties
She mixed the dough. He
prepped baking sheets. They had a
litter of cookies.
- tea and honey
Steam rose from the cups
of green tea as they held hands
in the afternoon.
- a festivus miracle
A holiday worth
celebrating in verse with
enough syllables.
- carbo-loading for the marathon flight
A couple of the
reindeer do Paleo, the
rest are gluten-free.
- christmas keepsakes
Take the laughter and
smiles and thoughtful cards and gifts
to cherish always.
- how to recycle a year
Let us not discard
a passing year but re-use
the best days again.
- the second most 2014 thing ever
My bae? Turnt for this
Uber lumbersexual
fare with Ebola.
- the unrepentant cheerleader
She spoke out for all
things good, never minding the
decay around her.
- the canvas of 365 days
Should a calendar
be filled with moments to come
or blank with suspense?
- lifehack, level 2015
Ignore all advice
on T-shirts and memes, stick to
flattering haiku.
- the international regret line
On this side, regrets
and sorrow. On the tomor-
row side, hopes and dreams.
- feet first
Dip the toes in. Get
steady. One step, then one more.
Forward, never back.
- every day is a new year
Every day is spring,
summer, winter, fall. Every
night births a new dawn.
- the quaint notion of privacy
The government’s spies
to those little creatures who
want in the bathroom.
- what progress looks like
Sometimes, a flopping
fish gasping for oxygen.
Sometimes, near stillness.
- the ice yet to come
It is coming, this
true winter, this merciless
paralyzing storm.
- all it takes is a wall of cloth
Separate or hide,
mask or protect, decorate
or drape. Curtain doom.
- cautious by nature
All the anti-germ
soap and helmets in the world
couldn’t stop the beat.
- pipe, a negative
Oh, dripping faucet,
how you vex me … except when
the temps are freezing.
- the blues as a way of life
Misery, with a
steady riff and many lost
dogs, plus loves gone bad.
- let birmingham be birmingham
Foolish spending and
aspirational facades
in all their glory.
- mama always said
Look before crossing
the street. Mind your manners. Eat
all your vegetables.
- the gap
Between haves and have
nots. Between black and white. And
between left and right.
- where will the garden grow?
Some sun, some shade, a
bit of rain and a lot of
love over the months.
- texts at 60 mph
omg what did
he say nexr? tell tht bitch to
shut it. wher u at
- drink the sand
The problem with a
lack of leadership is the
horrible vacuum.
- free air everywhere
Lots of atmosphere
to hold up birds and planes but
not for my tire.
- a million wonderful crazy ideas
Each idea that
flies in, nests in the brain and
seeps into the cracks.
- the spy who empowered me
Under cover of
darkness, he stole the blueprints
to my secure heart.
- annoying choices
Ignorance, rudeness,
arrogance, stinginess, cats,
talking at movies.
- figure rate
Math makes a day more
fun by 82.4
percent. It adds up.
- the trek of least resistance
Behind him were some
44 footprints, marking
a journey of one.
- the cur of destiny
When failure is a
mad dog nipping at your heels,
do you run or cave?
- at long last loathe
They got close, then too
close, then slightly apart with
an air of mistrust.
- when two become one
Hearts of Dixie find
union in a land where parts
may or may not match.
- if you don’t mind spots
The proper way to
load the dishwasher is to
get him very drunk.
- the kindly miser
He hoarded his gold
and gave his moldy crusts to
those starving wretches.
- the device, the source, the auteur, the viewer
Antenna, then a
cable or dish. Maybe now
a phone and tablet.
- what goes around stays around
The crud came to stay
for a weekend and then a
week more. Tissues, please.
- let it snow elsewhere
No more fighting for
the last loaf and gallon. No
more lost school and work.
- the planner
Inspiration comes
from an outline of steps and
deadlines in one file.
- a battle somewhere
Two near-champions
prepare for epic fight, while
I pick a movie.
- front porch posturing
He fended off the
interlopers with nothing
more than a tall tale.
- rodent rituals
Will a sweeping cold
front bring more rain tomorrow?
Ask the damn groundhog.
- string bean dreams
A day will come when
tiny rows of crops nourish
our sun-baked bodies.
- harmony among the ribs
The smoking hut crammed
barbecue lovers of all
stripes for a sit-down.
- the healing of the mind
They suffer in the
silence of the void till heard
and loved by healers.
- making money
Sheets of paper, disks
of metal with holes, bits and
bytes, chickens to trade.
- estranged fruit
Bananas cannot
marry bananas, only
peaches. Just ask God.
- hour three at the dmv
The guards eye us with
suspicion. The lines grow with
unlicensed drivers.
- the purposely driven life
Let our planners and
schedules overflow with plans
to remain busy.
- the poorly chosen few
They come prepared, sort
of, to take up slack and spark
a hope-like feeling.
- a plan for romance
Let’s get takeout and
light a fire, listen to
jazz and talk softly.
- elevate the discourse
Feed the audience
with information and per-
spective and respect.
- ebay rich
Piles of junk from the
attic travel to far-off
states to become cash.
- love in the south
Romantic notions
over bullfrog croaks, sweet tea
and abstinence vows.
- frigid panic
Will the schools shut down?
Will the bridges freeze over?
Will the snow kill us?
- easier to give up
Time to let those goals
for the “new” year fade away
like lost promises.
- the skid
The routine goes so
smoothly, then a slight shift and
it’s spinning like mad.
- on birdman
Let us celebrate
actors in their natural
habitat, the stage.
- broken china
The revolution
wound down as plates crashed to earth,
out for one last spin.
- the legalization of potlikker
A substance that brings
only pleasure, addictive
and medicinal.
- the fine line between televised comedy and drama
Laugh for up to (but
not over) 30 minutes,
cry at 31.
- for a spell
Sit, catch up, gossip,
relax, unwind, listen to
the birds, settle in.
- something gold can stay
The parties fade and
the talk shows take over once
the trophies go home.
- as winter passes by
Children pray for snow.
Parents pray for sanity.
Grocers pray for fear.
- a spirited toast
Here’s to ego, the
cause of, and solution to,
all of life’s problems.
- the pettiest of concerns
Cable outage, long
lines, parking meters, ringing
phones, loud neighbors, dust.
- the colors of the long-winded
Easily the most
pointless debates we have are
Internet debates.
- all winter in a day
Snow and ice warnings,
bread and milk fights and canceled
plans and frozen pipes.
- the sky a little lighter
Coming around the
bend, a young woman brings her
fresh spirit. It’s spring.
- the kids pick the menu
He picks nuggets and
she picks tater tots and they
pick chocolate milk.
- drive-in saturday night
The sun goes down, the
lights come up, the stars shine on
the luminous screen.
- a dream about carbs
Cupcakes and doughnuts
rain from the sky into my
smiling hollow belly.
- a thin sheet of death
The blacktop hid a
thin sheet of death, commonly
referred to as ice.
- the refreshening
What’s more refreshing:
ice cream on a scorching day
or tea in winter?
- the unwanted gift of gab
Let us discover
problems and talk them to death,
for want of action.
- fertile ground
One part leaves, one part
mineral, one part moss, one
part water, plus luck.
- addicted to the bitter
A thought process stuck
in reverse pushes the gross
sludge to the forefront.
- unmoved
He would not budge, not
for love or pain or money.
No, he would not budge.
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Monday, March 9th, 2015
A thought process stuck
in reverse pushes the gross
sludge to the forefront.
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Sunday, March 8th, 2015
One part leaves, one part
mineral, one part moss, one
part water, plus luck.
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Saturday, March 7th, 2015
Let us discover
problems and talk them to death,
for want of action.
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Friday, March 6th, 2015
What’s more refreshing:
ice cream on a scorching day
or tea in winter?
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Thursday, March 5th, 2015
The blacktop hid a
thin sheet of death, commonly
referred to as ice.
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Wednesday, March 4th, 2015
Cupcakes and doughnuts
rain from the sky into my
smiling hollow belly.
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