My post on poetry has gotten more responses than any other blog post. I am encouraging people to try their own but most seem reluctant as they think the best they can come up with is approximate to the sound of a metal garbage can rolling down the street in a strong rainstorm. I think it’s unfair for me to nudge others without nudging myself. So in the spirit of fairness, popped out the following lines:
Between shit and a loveable face
hat is where we live
Parrots the colors of flowers
Speak not to be heard
Ice cream convinces us that civilization still stands
A parking space is not to be found
Money we fear is desiccated
Credit cards slip through the holes of our pockets
Another day another day and another day
Memory the mother of the muses sleeps through the din
Our dreams are structures
Born through the vulva of experience
into light