windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

hair knots

the unwashed dishes, two or three days high the garden, neglected, knee-high weeds not two, he already knows a hundred songs what kind of life awaits him? npm napowrimo

parmesan

he pays the bills. he sings the boy to sleep. he hears the dishes being washed. he knows it’s spring. he settles. he remembers feeling satisfied. npm napowrimo

say something

Tatet ercilis atis tempus praesent, ornare facinci exeriure Summy iaculis hendigna sequat justo veliquat cum habitasse

balance

when your best friend’s walking slow, walk slow when the weeds are high, then weed unless, of course, your argument’s convincing- in which case, mind your manners!

bump in the night

large mouse eschews two traps, and opts for toilet i drown it in a big gulp cup so the pregnant wife can pee in peace at night ancient twisted karma