My husband's poetry

Category: habits

  • Do

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    Something in me always says I don’t have time to read the READERS WRITE section of Sun magazine so I pass over it. It must be some childhood trigger which causes me to do this so I continue to do this every month. It’s a habit and I don’t care. _____ When I get to…

  • Sunday

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    Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of a statement and you can’t. Sitting on your porch reading a magazine and you want to Google the veracity of that statement, but you’re too damn lazy to go inside and get on your computer and you don’t. Sitting on…

  • next week

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    All his life He imagined himself A great painter And swore He will start painting Next week Sixty years later He imagines himself Having his first retrospective At a famous New York gallery Aspiring young thespians Serve cheap wine And fancy finger food Last night He woke up Stressing That he still hadn’t Started the…

  • Monday morning

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    He stirs last night’s ash Blows a spark to flame Sips his coffee warm Nods to the night shift nurse, who goes four times around the park Smiles at the muscle shirt dude Who walks three dogs and never scoops Greets the bright colored walking stick lady All dressed in white Watches an anole race…

  • When shadows block the sun

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    If I cast my shadow behind me at the pond, turtles do not jump from bank to water. In our yard, I sit in a faded yellow chair my wife wants me to throw away. I don’t care what the neighbors think; why replace what conforms comfortably to my form? I go inside to pee,…

  • adverbs

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    Aimlessly… you pick a scab on your ankle Carefully… so it does not bleed Quietly… the bottom of the hole glistens wet Patiently… you watch it catch the light Eventually… you return to other things Aimlessly… you reach for where the scab had been and find you have a bloody sock 1-20-22

  • The craftsman

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    He doesn’t miss a beat plays exactly as expected At the break You want to rearrange his kit force him to paint outside the lines 10-26-21

  • Bare essentials

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    When I go out in public I take off sweatpants Put on cargo pants And only carry bare essentials In my pockets Reading glasses in a cracked case Driver’s license, debit and credit card Real folding money in a zippered pocket Quarters for parking downtown Two squares of paper towel Ring of keys, notebook and…

  • voices

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    long delayed project finished sit back, sip ginger tea admire my Dad’s voice barks what the hell took you so long my Mom’s voice counters you could have done better trying to become an adult but voices won’t let me 11-17-20

  • Ransom

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    thief in the night waited until dark to come. his shrill pen scratched a ransom note you cursed the dark when you awoke forgetful this is the revelation you prayed for 10-23-20