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page, yet, here we are. And whilst we wait, here's some obnoxious elevator tunes to bob your head to Scales © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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(Barking in the distance)
Four Ponderosa Pines Seven power lines I sneezed twice because Dogwoods And I want to replace the worthless fence, I once got an estimate But we bought a camper instead My neighbor has two ponderosa pines in their backyard And they replaced their deck last year Then we replaced our car Whom I'll miss when it sells But now I have satellite And a backup cam And no longer will I fear the driveway Which also needs renewal And stump removal My lilac is growing buds for leaves But the tree behind our garage is dead (barking in the distance) © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Grey
String hanging from the toe seam Pale blue lettering Clinging dog hair Ribbed elastic Below the hem of my blue jeans Snug on the ankle Manipulated into my boots Walking away © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Mom watched Judge Judy
It was a religious affair Mom microwaved my mail Because she believed in anthrax Mom gave us codewords So we couldn't be nabbed by bad guys Mom wore slippers to the store There was no time for shoes Mom taught cheer She wasn't really an athlete Mom ran out of gas We had to be rescued by my father Mom skipped church She told us they all talked about her Mom ran a daycare The other kids were our playmates Mom shopped at thrift stores Taught us the value of a deal Mom loved pigs Kids called her Miss Piggy Mom had cancer It ate at her breast Mom died from cancer Her urn is on my bookshelf Mom spoke to Robert Just before he died Mom never visits me She wants her ashes buried Illegally © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. We give blankets
So many blankets Ones that last for years Taking hundreds to thousands of washes before they fall apart Like our hearts When you die © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
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