for Resolutions
this one will be the
year of shitting in lieu of
getting off the pot.
for Loss
incense, modal chant
the Memory Eternal
rose on a casket
for an Erstwhile Friend
you barged into my
life. your swift disappearance
subsequently sucked.
for Craig Ferguson
can’t wear another
man’s hairpiece, he says. I call
his shenanigans.
for Drunk
dragonfly tumbler.
sweet mother of sparkling wine,
I want a cookie!
for Last One to Bed
simply nothing like
radiating heat from you
and my cold pillow
for the Widow Cliquot
favorite drinking
companion of mine visits
less often these days
for Banishing Clutter
writing desk is clean
maybe now the ideas
will come out to play?
for Editing
Christ on a road bike
this novel will be my death!
must. keep. editing.
for the Fay
throwback to richer
days; strong legs, clear garnet glow.
you go down easy
for a Sunny Winter’s Day
poor snowman, your limp
root vegetable proboscis
doesn’t bode real well.
for Good Morning
shivery delight
when you pull me against you
my hair stands on end
for Blog Hospitality
this is me putting
words out for you. yes, of course
you can lick the plate.