i am going into a light estivation
curling up in the mud of the ol'swimminghole with the frogs
poem explains
i won't be back 'cause i aint leaving
~30~
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29 degrees Celsius but
the humidity makes it
feel like 37. That’s
IT! After two weeks
of this, this lobster is
COOKED!
Looked at my ‘poetry’
it’s garbage. Looked
at my kids: Man, are
they annoying! Got
it from their mother, I
HOPE!
Looked for something
to write. Can’t write
with a steamed brain–
headcheese, it don’t
create worth [nut’ing],
BLAST!
Can’t comment. I might
mean to compliment but
a cooked lobster with
headcheese for brains, well
who knows what might get
said?
So I am going to skulk
and lurk until things
meteorological, cool down.
A quick comment here a
down and dirty write there;
D’ accord?
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Enjoyed reading you John!!
Love Tinka