Unless | Angelica Fuse
I will be
yours until
the day
we expire
unless
you discover
my secret
plans
my control
panel inside
my alien
mind
or insist
on modern
decor.
humor poems
Unbirthday | Stan Morrison
There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes
My Mask | Sawyer Carpenter
My mask is my alias
I always put it on
before I go out in public.
It has a natural ability
to block harmful UV rays,
along with nosy questions.
Space Bear | Sawyer Carpenter
All of us
go around the room
saying what we
want to be when
we grow up
when I answer
no one seems
very impressed.
Aaron Harris™ – Paternal Grandfather | Matthew Scott Harris
My late paternal grandfather
culled from nondescript birthplace
Wherein Philadelphia
an urbane olde European-like city yet and base
For this poetic vignette,
which specific details I lack, thus will use lace
In the form of digital bitty bytes to affect how
Said hand sum man World War I veteran
Briefly characterized within this space
Drawing on opaque memories in tandem
with tidbits impossible to chase
With authenticity, yet he thee
aforementioned father o’ me papa carved with grace
Elaborate chair facades replete
With patented Doric columnar curlicues in case
A reader might reckon to espy his imprimatur,
Reflections sans two halves of the same wooden face
In silhouette if stared under aegis of Rorschach test,
This image imagination will trace
Drawing one to envision this craftsman
engrossed in whittling to erase
Any evidence whence once proud sassy tree
preceded becoming timber so human race
Could situate this gluteus maximus
snug as a plant potted in a vase.
Bad Dream | Danny Faragher
bad dream last night
standing at the gates of heaven
a screen said ‘welcome!’
‘please enter your password’