THE DAMN POETRY CORNER RETURNS
MY CUP
I broke my favorite cup today
upon the kitchen floor.
I stood in trancelike disbelief
and saddened to the core.
It wasn't done on purpose, just
a clumsy whim of fate.
It should've been that old glass jar
or tacky decor plate.
A million curses filled my brain,
I bent a mournful stoop.
A slo-mo replay of the death
went into endless loop.
So much we'd shared, this cup and I;
from demure sips to swill –
coffee, cocoa, juice and tea,
or water for a pill.
I doubt I'll find a duplicate
in fifty Goodwill shops.
A runner-up must now suffice
to slake my thirsty chops.
Nevermore to runneth over,
or sit empty vigil there.
Wait, up in the cupboard –
I forgot, they were a pair.
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Gender inequality aimed like a luger;
A man's a Rasputin, a woman's a cougar.
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RANDOM THOUGHTS FOR JUNE
Denzel Washington to star in The Gary Coleman Story? No way.
When you walk... through a storm...
Wrap your lunch... in plastic...
What I don't know about quantum physics would cover the head of a pin a thousand times over. At least.
Hammer as loud as you need to, but whatever it is, get the damn thing BUILT already!
Proportionately, the space between your ass cheeks is deeper than the Grand Canyon, only the echo doesn't last as long. Thank heavens.
