Because I promised Clare that I would post it, here it is.
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An Ode to Maggi's Teeth


Althought she appears as an innocent poet,
Confront her and you will find horrible peril.
Concealed behind her furtive lips
are threatening weapons poised to strike.
It is what keeps me awake at night:
Beware of Maggi's teeth.

Gnawing, gnashing, grinding, piercing,
Ripping, tearing, slashing, shredding.
Her sharp, pointed whiltes
are like metal daggers gleaming bright.
It is what scares the children away:
Beware of Maggi's teeth.

Under gothic dress and laughing smile
lie feral rage and cunning guile.
Do not irk her with lofty arrogance
lest she consume you in bloddy violence
It is what keeps us awake at night:
Beware of Maggi's teeth.
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I've threatened to write that poem before, and when two lines popped into my head in the shower (the "feral rage" lines), I sat down and hammered out the poem.

...And then he announced that Maggi and Matthew were a perfect match because Maggi was sadistic and Matthew was masochistic," said the girl. "And that," she told them sadly, "Is how Ed died."

TBC...

Revision of cat poem

I'm a revising fool.



The back of a comfy chair
near the front door
is my orange cat's throne

He lies there for hours
he sleeps, wakes
surveys the room

Passers by pay tribute
with ear scratches,
face rubs and gentle pats.

King of all he sees
the Xbox, a glass table
& a child's baseball bat

This morning leaving for work
I pay tribute, he rubs against my hand
purrs and then the little bastard sratches me.

Meeting on Thursday

If you haven't received my email then let this be your notice. We are meeting this Thursday, June 22nd at 6 pm. As usual, bring stuff to read. If you have an idea for something fun to do, bring that with you also.

Something completely different

You know, just the other day some friends and I were talking about what animals we would like to be when we came back in another lifetime. I think cats and birds ranked pretty high. Cats because they sleep a lot and birds because they can fly. I leaned towards some sort of bird also. Particularly a bird of prey. Like they say, if you are going to be a bear, be a grizzly. Would you rather be a mourning dove or a hawk? Easy decision. Of course, with my luck, if I did come back as a hawk I'd probably end up in a zoo with my wings clipped and ugly fat kids would throw popcorn at me all day and I hate popcorn because I am a raptor. Raptors don't eat popcorn, they eat other birds and ugly fat kids when they can.


What animal would you like to be, eh?

Another poem about my cats

My cat has a throne
it's the back of a chair
near the front door

He lies there for hours
he sleeps, awakes
surveys the room

Passers by pay
him tribute with ear
scratches and face rubs

King of all he sees
that Xbox over there
& a child's baseball bat

This morning leaving for work
I pay tribute, withdrawing my hand
the little bastard sratched me.


Boom! That's two in a week. C'mon, you turkeys, let's see some content. OK, not quite a week but close enough.

One more thing

Where's that new mediocres? Weren't we promised one when school let out? Isn't school out?

New blood

You guys aren't going to believe it. I just got off the phone with a mother who signed her daughter up for our group. Just last week I took a similar phone call. We could have a pretty big group if we get a good turn out on Thursday, June 22nd at 6 p.m.

New stuff

OK, a friend's mother (She is a friend too. I've known her longer than I've know him) is fighting cancer and is having a rough time recently. She has been on my mind so I've written this:

1.

She sounds no different on the telephone
a voice I've heard for twelve years.
"Chris is in the bathroom,
I'll have him call you back."

I visit, she's bald like my Grandpa Ed
when he was seventy, small stragglers
of hair poking out like cactus in a desert
She's watching soap operas.

Medicine arrives by Fed Ex
a chart of medications, morning and night
she must be feeling better
mother and son bicker like before.

2.

Alive and dead
Brave and terrified
I've heard you can't fight this stuff
you just wait it out.

We're all flowers
blooming and dying.
We're bees, stinging and dying
We're cigarettes glowing
burning down to ashes,
then ground into the remains
of other cigarettes.

3.

There are cracks in the ground
outside the condominium
someday these units too, will fall.

WANT TO STRANGLE SOMETHING

Guess what? I won't have any new stories over the summer. They're packing up our writing folders in boxes and stashing them away in an empty classroom for our 7th grade teacher to read them NEXT YEAR. ....! BLAH. That was a lot of precious writing that I won't get for another year, or more if they want to box them up after 7th grade as well! I'm hoping, though, that by the time I'm graduating from middle-school that I'll be in possesion of my writing folder. Of course, I'd probably not like my 6th grade writing anymore and it'll hardly matter. D:<

Howdy

I haven't put anything new up recently because I have been on vacation. I think sometime this week I'll post a new poem. I haven't done that in a while. I dare someone to post a new piece of writing before I do.