Saturday, February 17, 2018

Mixed

Sausage is just jumbled bits
A glaring lack of glitz
But if the casing fits

Perhaps you can somehow regain
An outlook through the pane
Exhibiting much less disdain.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Remote

Push the button
See the change
Pause the program
Things get strange

Click the channel
Cut the cord
Turn antenna
Into sword

Reconfigure
Dented dish
Pull the trigger
Make a wish

Watch horizons
Now unfold
Binge on visions
Flee the old.

Monday, February 05, 2018

Ninth

This is the last year you can claim
A solitary digit by your name
So make sure you enjoy it my friend
For soon the bliss of youth will end
And though our lot is far from set
I hope you never will forget
The loving things I’ve gladly done
To make your life a happy one.