It was not magic,
The feather coat.
The pockets were empty,
But the lining was deceptive
And stitched with secrets.
It was not magic,
The feather coat.
But it was always
Just the right amount of warm.
Monthly Archives: November 2013
The Good In Bye
I always wanted it to be
Better
But now it’s gone
And better doesn’t matter
Because now the pain and joy
Are perfect
Goodbye Note
For platitude: no latitude;
My penchant is for trenchant.
So, gratuitous with gratitude,
I’ll say, at least you’re sentient.
Pangs, In Sequence
Birth
Hunger
Love
Jealousy
Conscience
Guilt
Regret
Nonsense Verses Thrice
BOB, A WORD
Here’s a word, its name is Bob
It wants to make good friends
Bob hopes you like how he begins
The same way he b-ends
AN ENJOYABLE OF TREATIES (WITH CONSEQUENCES)
Krutherlumps with creamycrumb
And buddlebuns au glubby
Swuzzle down with wizzlefizz
And end up hap and flubby
I HAVE A PAIR OF MITTENS
I have a pair of mittens
I keep them in a drawer
With silky thumbles, handywicks,
And many glovins more.
When midnight enters at the stroke
Of fourteen (in base eight)
The mittens up and walk away
Ain’t that pretty great?
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Wandering Mined 