Category: Humor


Mechanical Love

Remington ran
through each
key.
A to Z.
Typing-
the world
away. Search-
ing, every
day, for
new sights
to see,
sharing-
lovely?
poetry.

FTW

Silent
swift wind,
sweeps tables
clear. Scattered
thoughts,
in disarray,
vacuous heat,
claiming,
the day.

Furrowed brow,
shaking fist,
stomping feet,
writing
bad poetry,
in this
heat.

Mayday! Mayday!

Breaking the glass,
in case, of emergency.
Checklist:
Dictionary, got it.
Thesaurus, thank God!
Speling? speling?!
Spelling book, whew.

Remington, a savior,
dark times,
pen and paper, familiar
companions.

The Internet, is gone.
Hoping, it’s just us.
Holding out.
Fifteen, grueling
minutes. Hoping
someday,
someone,
will find,
this message,
in this
bottle.

More wine?

More wine