write a poem on routine
The bad marriage
tick tick, argue, slam
tick, tick, argue, scram
tick tick, slam, scram
argue, tick, tick, argue
tick, tick, argue, scram
home again, argue slam
-- Mistryel Walker
The bad marriage
tick tick, argue, slam
tick, tick, argue, scram
tick tick, slam, scram
argue, tick, tick, argue
tick, tick, argue, scram
home again, argue slam
-- Mistryel Walker
The Studio
Unpretentious and clean, the door stands open
to a room of possibility:
.....jumbles of crayon, paint tubes, varnish, stain and taint
.....shards of ceramic, spears of mirror, postcards once quaint
.....and piles of torn paper, shreds of paint peeled from a tray
.....(smooth, yet stretchy), bottle caps with a certain stain
.....of rust, dollhouse chairs, a dollhead bust
.....pictures torn from a ‘zine, a rectangle of canvas board.
A story of caprice and shadow begins
-- Mistryel Walker
Question for the departed
Into the endless void
we stare and blink.
See nothing always,
but always think
where are you?
Are you?
- Mistryel Walker
oh please, a little armor
Armadillo of my envy
waddles on with leathery grace
and when alarmed, curls to himself
in fetal retreat. Turtle, my other idol
moves at a such slow deliberate pace
and when the world is too engaging
withdraws his head and hides his face.
--Mistryel Walker
Canine Compromise
The problem with dogs is underemployment.
Eons of DNA for running the tireless patrol,
cooperative hunting for fun and profit,
the upper-handed snarl, or deep-den digging
dirt-flying intensity or gnawing elk femurs,
or marking or sniffing out the latest odorous map.
All this reduced to a 20-minute walk, and a half-
hour yard run, two antique humans, one with
no sense of humor, a chair under the window, and
a horrid selfish cat who bits dog toes, ears, lips
anything to secure the sun-spot on the rug.
Ah well, waiting for the mailman will have to do
-- Mistryel Walker
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