Old snow sits in frozen hunks
Winter lingers on
Bitchy Girl Scout moms
at the Cookie Pick-Up Line
punish my helping.
Skating Boobaloo,
merry rocket on the ice,
zooms with grace and joy.
I finally decided to start collecting my poetry. Not because I think it's good but because I've lost so damned much of it, and it's frustrating. I used to fill whole notebooks and then toss them.
As of this writing, I've got nineteen pages. That's maybe half of what I've written over the course of a lifetime of occasional inspiration. If you're interested, the collection is below. I'll add to it as I find more pieces.
My working title is "Radical Thoughts on a Rainy Day."
Bitchy Girl Scout moms
at the Cookie Pick-Up Line
punish my helping.
Skating Boobaloo,
merry rocket on the ice,
zooms with grace and joy.
I finally decided to start collecting my poetry. Not because I think it's good but because I've lost so damned much of it, and it's frustrating. I used to fill whole notebooks and then toss them.
As of this writing, I've got nineteen pages. That's maybe half of what I've written over the course of a lifetime of occasional inspiration. If you're interested, the collection is below. I'll add to it as I find more pieces.
My working title is "Radical Thoughts on a Rainy Day."
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