I found some time to do these this afternoon. Once I got going I could not stop, as so often happens.
5391.
one minute to six o’clock
the clock shouts Make way for the first notes of the polka
it grabs my hand and we take off across the floor
5392.
I paint the stairwell walls green
I carpet the treads in a branching pattern
I pretend I’m climbing a tree every time I go upstairs
5393.
the lawyer writes love letters to his girlfriend
in a high nasal whine
the same tone he uses in the courtroom
5394.
I had to find a way to starve
those nightmares
feeding on my utter exhaustion
5395.
The night leaps forward
I cannot sleep
Instead I write poetry in my head
that I do not remember in the morning
5396.
more clarity
more solutions
a yellow pencil can help you get there
5397.
not complicated, this kitchen spell you cast:
it’s lard it’s flour it’s salt Poof! a flaky thin pastry crust!
Then – Why does it never work for me?
5398.
You having just paid $400
for a jar of face cream
Now you hint that I should buy you lunch?
5399.
when it comes to married life
never happier
never goes out of style
5400.
She admired herself arrayed in the
neat contours of this indigo-striped
speedboat
5401.
the magical sunrise
pardons our lack of faith
the goodness a new day could bring
5402.
I sew red buttons on my sweater
in the hope
the right person will pick up the signal
5403.
the potato who realizes
having survived peeling and boiling
it will now be mashed
5404.
a sensation of individual
compressed consciousness exploded:
tomatoes through the juicer splot into the bowl
5405.
her new novel a ballet of synonyms
partnered with puzzling verb forms
A modern dance that confounds me
Yet she is my best friend. I read it.
5406.
the front door
winded and gasping
after admitting two hundred eighty party guests in one hour
5407.
however you package your apology
the postage is always insufficient
for the weight of your guilt
5408.
the mirror witnesses that weird dance you do
putting on your pantyhose
if it could speak it would say
please buy a bigger size
5409.
a surname treks throughout the records
the genealogist
trails in determined pursuit
5410.
what a fastidious plagiarist he is
any anecdote you tell him
it will undergo a professional refresh
then to be resold as his own
5411.
the cow lines up downhill toward
the clique that rejected her
and farts
5412.
hard to believe that just a few hours ago
we were watching
a python doing back flips
5413.
the words
the mouth that stops saying them
one sentence after it should have
5414.
no longer than the tines of a fork
the millions of livid creatures advanced
each one hungering to participate
in its own deadly anecdote
5415.
I did it to spite him
It’s unsettling that
he thanked me for it
5416.
a whole lot of noise in the basement
the utility room bouncing and gyrating
carefully machined metal parts spraying all over
Oh no.
5395 of course. And 5403 immediately made me think of Tom Paxton “Don’t Slay that Potato”. (K)
I love so many of these but 408 wins for me. I’ve missed reading these.
Thank you and glad to see you again.
You’re welcome! Glad to be back.
We found some time to read these this afternoon.
Once we got going we could not stop,
as so often happens. ;o)
You made me laugh! Glad you enjoy these because I do enjoy creating them.
I loved #92 first, then #99, but then the potato!!! A clear winner. Such trauma!
Thank you. When I was little, my mother made mashed potatoes out of a mix in a box. Said it was too much trouble to boil and mash potatoes. But my grandmother, who was a lovely cook of traditional Southern US food, thought otherwise and at her house (where I spent a lot of time) potatoes went to their designated destiny almost every night. I remember wondering, quite young, if they could feel the hot water or getting their skins peeled, but my grandmother said no. I was not sure. I am still not sure.