Poem-A-Day: Day 336

Dog Looks

A dog looked at me today
through the window of a moving car.
The dog was far happier than I was,
but the dog wasn’t behind the wheel,
the dog was sitting in the passenger seat.
There’s no anxiety in being a passenger,
not like the driver, and the dog sat there.
The dog sat there godlike,
godless, peering through a window,
looking at me from a moving car.
I was behind the wheel, the dog was not.
But the dog’s expression told me things,
it told me of conspicuous pains unheard of,
and the questions of life, not telling me why
a dog looked at me.

Poem-A-Day: Day 335

Missing Personals

Medical Assistant at Crooks 59 Clinic

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Date: 2010-10-12, 6:29PM EDT
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I used to come visit you on my lunch hour
at the medical clinic you worked at.
 
Then they started to tear up the street, 
and I think that’s when we began to get torn apart. 

I sure miss you.
Can you believe we both smoked back then?!!!

Wow...I went out of my way for you-
that is for sure,

because back then you went out of your way for me.
It’s a shame you probably don’t remember

the first time i showed up 
and brought you lunch

and I gave you a big hug, and a kiss, 
and all the chatter in the office was,

"Now there is a guy who loves his woman." 
you always forgot so quickly

how bad ass and kick ass 
I really am.

No other man would have bothered,
because he would have already known

that you never really cared 
to begin with.

a subtle reconstruction of a surprisingly touching Craigslist ad.

Poem-A-Day: Day 334

Long Shots

base places
face ably
wayward planes
scraping angels
lately fake
weeping screams
screech evilly
pleasing cheats
scheming beasts
cheeky creeps
lively wise
either pining
shining skies
jive dryly
by Fridays
scoping dopes
roped blows
jokes solely
over wrote
bloated toads
using blue
tubes nubile
human chutes
bruised fruits
ruled useless

Poem-A-Day: Day 333

Sonnet# 62 (The Face of Sun's Destructor)

Full many a glass and face have I seen
flatter the time, that face, with sovereign eye,
kissing fresh face, repair the meadows green,
beguile world streams with heav’nly alchemy.
Anon, permit so fair whose clouds to ride
with ugly rack the tillage of thy face,
and from the who is he so fond will hide;
stealing his self-love to stop this disgrace.
Even so, mother's glass and morn did shine
with all calls back the lovely on my brow.
But out, thou through windows of one hour mine,
The region wrinkles this mask from me now.
Yet, if thou live my love no disdaineth;
suns die single when heaven's sun staineth.

Taken from Shakespeare's sonnets III and XXXIII

Poem-A-Day: Day 332

Quellish

Some lacking angel
Fast approaching the center
Of sad disaster

Poem-A-Day: Day 331

Fear Monger

Fear being sick
Fear being over prescribed
Fear terrorism
Fear the war on terror
Fear the economy
Fear losing your job
Fear the youth
Fear drugs
Fear politicians
Fear your neighbor
Fear other people
Fear death
Fear living
Fear the road
Fear accidents
Fear auto insurance
Fear losing your home
Fear hurricanes
Fear liberals
Fear republicans
Fear moderates
Fear oil
Fear big business
Fear everything

but most of all,
don’t give up on it.

Poem-A-Day: Day 330

Broken Spaces

Go alarm Ed and Dan, Gero, Us.
You the gal. It; aria not hers,
no talon, ether, ole in spires.
There! Collection beat them id.
Cent, rally locate din hum, an he art.