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Stoopendous Generation

Some old ladies are classy;
some old ladies are cranky.
But they all carry in their purses
embroidered, lacy hankies.



Jangly Jim

Jangly Jim
was made of rickety tin
and he squeaked
when he walked
and he squawked
when he talked.

"Enough!" he swore.
"I'll have no more
of this creaking all day
and eeking all night!
I hear duct tape might
fix everything right."

And with a crangly crick
he got to work quick.

Now, Jim doesn't jangle
nor squeak or squawk,
but neither does he
walk or talk.



Life

Slinkingshufflingskulking
around
town.

Slaptapflap
step
down
off the curb
and into traffic.

But watch out,
squishsquashmush,
for big trucks.



car doors at 4:53 AM

car doors
snap the stillness,
vibrate the dark.

Tucked inside my house,
awake . . .

wandering
bored
frustrated.

Why is it
I sing for
you
in morning?

And by night,
lie stricken . . .

immobile
naked
ashamed.

black melts,
smudging the
world
in muggy
mist.

car doors crack,
a tumbling
cacophony of inebriation.

my house, a Fortress:
doors barred
windows sealed.
and still,
the noise breaches.

sick with hope,
I sing.

barred
sealed
breached.

[tragula]

Me like. Very jazzy, colorful and fun! Are they yours? I assume so.

(But not the first one. No one should write poems about old ladies, except under duress.)

BTW. Welcome back... I guess it's true that no one ever really leaves this nuthouse.

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yeah, they're mine.

I'm not really into poetry . . I don't like reading other ppl's much . . was just bored, in most cases.

[tragula]

I'm not into poetry much either, and I liked yours.

I think the fact that you don't like poetry is a good sign. It means you are only doing it because you feel like it. Not for any artificial reasons.

I think they are more like song lyrics anyway!