I am not a skinny person.
I’ve been told I have one inside me.
This is a wee bit scary.
If I do, he is a very bad skinny person.
He is the voice inside my head.
The voice says, “That pie looks tasty.”
Evil, evil skinny person.
You should go to Weight Watchers, not me.
It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”
I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”
Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.
It was really dark in the bar that night.
There was a loud cover band.
They sucked.
I saw her from the corner of my eye.
She looked like a Princess.
She was doing 18 knots in heavy seas.
I was full of oil and she had a buffet on her Lido deck.
This was a doomed relationship from the start.
I woke up this morning with “Two Ships Passing in the Night” in my head. It’s a very strange saying, when taken literally. I tend to take things literally before coffee. After that, the pieces wrote themselves. (This is my defense.) So, there are three poems today instead of one. At first, they were all one piece, with different sections, but they make more sense (such as it is) standing alone. So, I’m an overachiever today. This will probably be the last time that happens. I suppose I should save the extra ones for my writers’ block days.
It’s lucky poems are like Tweets, only longer. I can always come up with a Tweet. Mostly.
It’s Hard
to write something meaningful
when you’ve been trained to think in bullet points.
Sometimes, bullet points aren’t enough.
There’s no emotion, for example.
Sometimes, there’s no meaning.
But those are the bad bullet points.
A poem in bullet points would be strange.
So, don’t do that.
And, stop thinking in bullet points.
It’s why nothing good comes out of meetings.
Unfiltered Thoughts 