several terrible short poems about terrible short poems

 

 

***

i

 

once the creek

flowed

gave life, was

life,

indeed lived

quite of its own.

but somewhere back the

course changed, crushed

by a rock or

a landslide,

perhaps.

shit happens.

now there is

just dry ground.

 

ii

 

finghers like

spoo,ns

on keys made fro

tines

 

iii

 

after a while the

guy stops playing

pickup basketball since

his knee hurts, and

since he just gets beat, and

it kind of just

isn’t fun

anymore

 

iv

 

pick up a pen with your

non-dominant hand and

write your name with your

eyes closed. now

open them and

enjoy the hilarious mess.

 

***

best i can do right now. if anyone is out there, enjoy the hilarious mess.

rw