EXIT INTERVIEW As I sat on the sofa watching TV, Then, POOF — They materialized right in front of me, The Man in Black and the Man in White. ‘Tis a wonder I did not die of fright. Black said,…
Category: Original Poetry
CRUNCH TIME BUNGLER With a last-second shot on goal, I launched a one-timer at the five hole. The puck hit the ref square on the chin … It wasn’t us who got the win. My two-foot putt to take the…
I WANT MY MONEY BACK Out seventy bucks for a steak at the track, It wasn’t a meal; it was barely a snack. Hey waiter, I want my money back. They sold me drugs to sandblast my plaque, Wound up…
LOVE SWITCH God saw a sea of red and parted it. I see red and say you started it, Then I throw punches Fast and in bunches. For every action, An amplified and opposite reaction, Faction versus faction For high…
THE SHOT PUTTER He stands in the circle, His right arm cradling the sixteen-pound iron ball under his chin. His left arm is bent and dangles above his head. He will take five breaths, deeply and steadily. He rhythmically taps…