Monday, July 22, 2013

Three Poems from Free Association Words

Bitchy cat,
hell-bent on biting me,
were you a pussywillow,
I might try petting you.

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Steve wears curly hair,
a blond cowlick and noxious,
nicotine smile,
defective in every way.
Only in underwear,
he stands, a comic
puppet, wet with
my ignorant adoration.

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I lament my query
has brought me only
an opine from the editor:
Crumble your manuscript.
Bring it back to the wetlands.
Tie it to a stone.
Drown it. 


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