14

14

Running out of things to say.

Wrote 13 poems today.

I know that's quite a few,

most of them stink of poo.

Not very good or very grand,

just another grain of sand.

I'll never know why I write,

just seems to be part of life.

Meanwhile, I'll take a bow,

'cause number 14's done for now.

day 15

November 15, 2016

Unnatural

Unnatural

I eat my low-sugar

vanilla yogurt

with ingredients only

a chemist would

recognize.

Yeah, it's a little weird,

but I've gotten used

to the flavors of RBST

and growth hormones

in my dairy products.

Call me complacent.

You know I don't care.

When chemical warfare

starts, I'll be immune.

While you lay gasping

for breath, the formaldehyde

from all those cigarettes

will preserve me.

day 15:  natural/unnatural poem

November 15, 2016

November

November

Drenched in cruel

drops of water.

Rain.

I just wanted to talk

to him.

And calling seemed

so cold, like the weather.

When he was right there,

in the parking lot.

He said I looked like

Marie's cat, sitting outside

in a downpour, afraid to come

inside.

Tired of this month

already.

Why must everything

be so hard?

Day 12:  truth

November 15, 2016

Chilly

Chilly

Inside,

with a blanket

on my legs,

and a heater

at my feet.

Do I bring

any warmth

or just steal

the warmth

of the room?

Oven only

good for one thing,

warming up

the house.

Day 12

November 15, 2016

BK

BK

Soft and furry,

BK is a cat.

Or a large kitten,

I can't decide.

He's only 11 months

so, I guess

a large kitten.

He purrs easily

and tears up paper,

including my recipes

cut out of magazines.

He meows for wet food,

cleans himself, and uses

the litter box.

Typical kitten or cat

behavior. 

The same.

day 11:  descriptive poem

November 15, 2016

"Little One"

"Little One"

I call the kitty,

"little one."

And now my boyfriend,

tall and definitely not little,

asks to be called "little one."

They both purr.

day 11

November 11, 2016