Sunday, July 24, 2016

(The scent of your perfume)

The scent of your perfume
lingered on my shirt
long after we said goodbye.

Monday, July 04, 2016

Happy Independence Day!


the cardinal
sounding off
like the Fourth of July

with gratitude to Rebecca J. Davenport for a spectacular ending

Thursday, June 30, 2016

(It sounds like his throat)

It sounds like his throat
is filled with gravy.
Instinctively, I coughed in sympathy.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

(He filled the foyer)

He filled the foyer
with a fart and turned his back
to me and his funk.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

(It took me 12 years)

It took me 12 years
to realize that he has
a stutter.  Stunner!

Monday, June 27, 2016

(It sounds like he has)

It sounds like he has
gravy in his throat, like a goat
swimming in a moat.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Happy first day of summer!


Seasonal Criminals

There's something about
summertime sandals --
they're too much
to handle
when it comes to
the stench that
sweaty feet and
leather create.
My nostrils don't
celebrate or salivate about
the smell that emanates
from the partnership
that perpetrates
heinous crimes
against olfactory.