A number of little poems two of which are rewrites.
I got given a chair, a leather recliner
back in the day, my sister in law’s mother quit smoking to save the money buy it
my wife hates it, claims its the wrong chair for the room
but as the record spins, I recline again and the music flows from the speakers
I know I have many to thank for this moment of bliss
It is pretty straight forward reportage, though I can't remember what it was I was listening to.
This next one has had a couple of words changed, I think, for the better. You can read the first draft here.
unbeknown to you
this patch of grass
is spring loaded
and as you absently
place down your glass
the stalks conspire to tip it over
and feast on the spilled red wine
For the changes to this last last poem I have the Secret Poets to thank. It was suggested that I put a line break after the fifth line to add to the emotional impact. I think it does. You can read the other version here.
Moses downed tools
and before the management capitulated
things turned very nasty
frogs fell from the sky alive
and children died.
Could you pray to a deity
that valued one child’s life over another?
Phew! much to read this post.
Anyway here is Hatful of Rain with The Exit Song.Until next time.