Poetry

Are you willing to take the risk?

Is it in your best interest?

Do you think you can handle the consequences?

If only you knew the expiration date!

I’m a bad person.

I have an assiction.

It causes me to withdraw from those around me.

It makes me irritable should I not get it.

I’m a bad person.

One who has poor impulse control.

Yet my addiction is always accessible

and according to those around me

I should be the one in control.

I’m a bad person.

I don’t want a hippopotamus for Christmas.

I don’t want a hungry, hungry hippo.

I don’t want to watch the birds ride the hippos back in the river.

But mostly I don’t want them to fart when I’m at the zoo after they’ve just eaten.

You wake up late.

The other residents complain.

They get fed and watered.

You switch on the electronic devices.

Immersed in the scrolling pictures

Time is lost.

You finally check the time when one of the felines

curls up on your chest

and reminds you it is time to go to bed.

Verbal ramblings

may garner others

fame and fortune.

I prefer written

where others may interpret

as they so desire.

Also no one

has to listen

to my voice.

Fat Primordial Blues.

Transcontinental Fools.

Fed Inconsequential Ooze.

Sneak Residential Tools.

Yesterday’s Tomorrow Cruise.

Freezing Lava Schools.

La la le do.

I got the gift early.

It is adorable.

Tiny and cute.

Just big enough for your hand to curl around it.

Fingers stay in place while holding it.

I will need to thank my friend.

It is a very welcome gift.

It blankets the ground

looking pristine and crystalline.

So pretty to look at.

Until you step outside

and your face freezes off.

Left in the dryer over night.

Temperatures dropped.

Open the door to such a sight.

Instead of warmth it got cold last night.

Clothes frozen solid.

Very uncomfortable to wear.

It is like the wet clothes after swimming phenomenon.

It was busy.

Hectic.

Lots of things happening.

Moments that were to be treasured.

Happiness at the end.

It was a very good day.