Saturday, September 26, 2009

Writing Assignment #3 Poetry

Right now? I am standing over the sink
washing and scrubbing, rinsing and scrubbing
runny egg yolks mixed with hash browns from this
morning’s breakfast, dried sitting for hours like
cement on the plate. Oh yes, she’s sitting
at the table reading the newspaper,
slaving over this plate, doesn’t she realize...
The football game! It’s 4 pm I have
an hour to get dressed! Looking outside…
Jack O Lantern withering, rotting, who’s
smile has diminished to an evil grin.
Scolding me for my impatience. I’ll be
there as soon as I can patient best friend
my dear mother is 76 years
old. Her cholesterol not on her mind
her old arteries are clogging like dried
mustard. It’s November and it’s raining.

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