poets who have nothing to say

poets who have nothing to say                        January 17, 2016
i wish i had waterproof ink
to write on waterproof paper
because i can’t remember my poem
when i leave the bathtub.

there was something about
the dog named noah
a big black and white shepherd
who knew i was a motherless lamb.

he hated people
but he didn’t know he hated people
and i didn’t know he hated people
so we made friends in the hall
when he snuck out
and he came for only my call
but he wasn’t my dog.

and there was something about
poets who weave words into beautiful pictures
but have nothing to say.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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