Tag: Poetry

Balance Beams

A boat sails by, tossed by the waves and the wind of the storm. Cracker Jack is a favorite snack of kings and queens in England and Austria. Garbage cans bring Esophageal cancer to Native American beer drinkers in summertime at the supermarket. Soliloquy singed album walkers flow silly mopeds in geranium cookie jars. Bouncing balance beams commiserate slyly on inebriated cauliflower pizza crackers.

The Sun Sets

Waves crashing on the beach.

I feel peachy to know

The secret inside your mind.

I don’t mean to hide.

I just want an honest answer.

Do you prefer

Grilled or fried?

I’m not too picky.

I like both.

I haven’t smoked

In a month.

Terrible habit, it is.

The sun is setting

In the purple sky.

One last glimpse

And then it’s gone.