Moth Poem
I
emerge from the cocoon,
still
a caterpillar.
Moths
are drawn to me.
Ignorance is Abyss
(Starting
with a line from JD Nelson)
I have seen
the nothing
new weekdays
at six
times six
equals a yard
of
excitement and of weeds
inching
closer to Bloomies
discounts in
the basement
full of
forgotten shift reports
digging out
with a spoon.
A pound of
bacon three dollars
more, is
what they are saying
mi gato
sisea en Espanol:
dame de
comer!
Untied Sarcasm
His sarcasms
are always
untied,
never trips,
but once
was head
over heels
in linguini,
this rebel,
without a
pina colada
without clam
sauce,
without
closure.
When it rants
he pours.
New test
results show
he is
prediatribe,
might be
prescribed
insult
therapy, to avoid that
Dr Kenny said
lose a
preposition
or two each
week.
He went to a
Jim
who told him,
to try
empathy.
He rolled
his eyes
flexed his
arms.
Jim replied,
I can give
good advice
but I can't
make you taste it.
Keith Snow, has been writing, and performing poetry since 99. Some of his most recent work has appeared in Roadside Ravens Review, Five Fleas and Medusa's Kitchen. He hopes to find all his voices.
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