stunt poet

experimental poetry
a challenge for my brain
I type the first thing in my head and try not to refrain
it may not have a meaning
it won't be about love
they're just a bunch of words I happen to be thinking of
I could try something different
like make then not to rhyme
but they always seem to anyways it happens every time

bondage

they do not know what's stranger
between the list of three

• cat on a leash
• my black toe nails

I'm guessing though, it's

• we.

coffee

the school bus should be here soon
the kids out side my window loom
their mothers taught them when to use
their outside voices
(well in tune!)
there's action on the road outside
jackhammer blasting
I can't hide
from workers yelling
machinery roar
the hole in the road grows more and more.
three neighbor's lawns are being mowed
one at a time
sound overload
one mower stops
the next takes over
no gaps in noise
now here comes Rover.
Spot and Fido join the fun
the barking trio on the run.
road work and mowers
kids and hounds
it's morning in my quiet town.