“Down and Out”

img_2756

“Down and Out”

The wind sings willows howls,
as it passes over abandoned bottles in my front yard.
The town drunk emerges from the dumpster a block over.
The cranky sounds of waking small towns,
music to my ears.

The disappointment was not part of the bargain.
It’s too late in the game to set it straight.
Another thing that needs swallowing.
Juxtaposition is a word I’ve never used,
but, sounds important.

Whiskers tickle my neck.
My razor needs to be recovered from the unemployment office.
A glossy bowl of minty cream awaits spreading.
Steamed mirror obscures the view.
I need a prescription for enthusiasm.

Life ‘bout got me wondering,
or is it wandering?

“Pretentious Poet”

 

img_2248
“Coarse” © C.P. Hickey 2018

 

 

“Pretentious Poet”

 

Pretentious poet, pretentious poet.

The kind that always lets you know it.

Metered verse, a bland haiku.

A clever line, their ego’s fuse.

 

God’s gift to all,

a sullied ruse.

No offense too small,

for a misused muse.

 

Keep your rhymes,

you sly ghoul.

Vanity crimes,

deserve rebuke.

 

When writing poems,

respect the art.

Sincerity goes,

somewhat far.