Category: Book o’ Verse

  • Me too

    My son cried out in the middle of the night
    and I went to him and I picked him up
    and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
    in the sliding chair
    with a blanket over both of us.
    And then either he peed on me or I peed on him.
    I’m not quite sure.
    But I think he peed on me.
    And I was three-years old again
    except now
    I could clean myself
    and I was laughing.
    So I dealt with the pee
    that he’d piddled on me
    while my wife cleaned up
    our boy and the chair.
    Then we called it a night
    and he slept straight on through
    all dry, all clean.
    Me too.

  • Little

    Sudden roar.
    Minature Thor.
    Why'd that
    bee sting
    my eye for?

    (with a sideways nod to Robert Creeley)

  • They rise, they rise

    Sitting and snacking at the local tea shop
    surprised to be sucking up
    whole tapioca
    in a wide straw.
      Bloop.
    Endlessly
    elevating.
    Fat and flavorless and full of --
      Bloop.
    Bloop.
    Never smooshed
    though smooshed
    should be
    in my not-so-smooth
    smoothie.
  • Close to never

    I almost never do this.
    Almost. Never.
    So clickety close to never.
      Not never actually,
    Not actually "never."
    But like -- this close.
  • Cat-pinned

    Cat-pinned
    warm butterfly
    me beneath the blanket
    with my warm beneath the blanket
    in my crook
    she's a tack
    pinned me down
    till I flutter flutter
    stop.
    
    she stays warm
    I can't move
    she don't care.
    
    and I stop.