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Urinal

Posted in Poetry, etta11 on May 15, 2008 by etta11

Shiv’s got me thinking
on men in the john
holding tight their tool,
or manhood,
while anxiously they
whiz
along.

All eyes forward now
let not a word be uttered.
No sports.
No weather.
And most certainly
NO
mother!

To stand up and pee
not as glam as we thought.
More angst
and torture,
than freedom…
The urinal
hath
wrought.

 

by: etta
www.depressionmarathon.blogspot.com

 

feeling groovy

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on May 10, 2008 by etta11

groovy.
a
simple
no doubt
singular
meaning
word.
groovy
la ta da de da da
feeling groovy.

running

4 days
consecutively.

oodles
turned trickles
turned a
dollop
of
mystery pennies
conspicuous
in
my
path.

God?
take time
stop
be generous
notice
focus out not in
breathe…

messages?
meaning?
interpret or ignore
choose the fit

maybe
more than one
will
do.