Shopping Bags and Car Keys
Muse, I beg you guide my hand
As I attempt to scatter these words
Artfully across the page.
So somewhere, someday, someone
May pump their fist and cry
Yes!
That is exactly how I feel
When I load my shopping
Into my right hand
Reach into my left pocket
For the car keys
Only to discover I placed them
In my right pocket
Every
Fucking
Time.
Labels: Poetry
3 Comments:
YOU TOO?!?
And me too!
Beautiful poem by the way. I'm an instant fan.
Nice to know I'm not alone (just a little behind).
Thank you Kath.
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