a poem in my pocket

memory of menopausal aunt road raging

at unaware defenseless drivers

holy guacamole!  eager tongue reaching

to taste zestfully smooth inspiration

aghastly entangled gordian knot yielding

only to sharpened double-edged entendre

first thoughts bright butterfly winging

free ’til inner editor second-guesses.net

crystalline flute trio recital melting

winter slushy to wild refreshing rivulets

jealously tuxedoed orcas screaming

bloody murder at deaf penguins

hysterical moment when ulysses s. granting

amused moose mousse “pre-approval”

…in chocolate denim with shot of espresso, of course.

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maybe a little too much “expresso” today…i’m a poet in the larval stage,

misfitting any specific movement, and ambivalent about a manifesto…

i simply write because i’m compelled to by an inner creative urge!