Poem For The Day Breakfast at Tiffiny’s

Girlfriends Out For Breakfast at Tiffiny’s With Cell Phones

We have no lives, live on our screens

One day we hope we shall be weaned.

 

Our kids aren’t up, we’re eating out,

Let’s hope they don’t interrupt with Tweets and shouts.

 

Tap tap tap our fingers fly,

Sending electrons across the sky.

 

Ching-jinka-jing our smart phones ring,

Kids are up, and about! Let’s eat up fast & get on out!

 

Dip my bacon in s’uth’n gravy, better chow here than home (or in the navy).

Hurry hurry, clean our plates, gotta get back to our maternal fate.

 

[Portage,  March 19, 2017]

Poem For the Day: Mall Walking

Mall Walking

Tiny gray birds flit ceiling to floor

As old peeps shuffle along,

 Pushing contraptions

With squeaking joints,

Leaning forward as into the wind

Of the twilight of life, white hair

Soiled pallors, shiny sneakers

Adidas and Nikes, Air and not.

All hugging the walls of shops,

Edge of the Pale,

Shoes squeaking like manic  mice,

Space-age slaves in horse-buggy bodies,

Slogging their way,

Day after day,

Fueled by java and joe

Their progress

Steady, slow, definition of go.

Motion the goal

Of thin-blood, thick will.

Mantra in the air like birds

Use it or lose it, use it or lose it.

[Portage, 3-18-17]