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Saturday, August 07, 2010
NOSES
deviated
septum turned
up like a ski slope
punched flat on a boxer
too big for your glasses too
small for your face there is so
much – that can go wrong – with
noses.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
septum turned
up like a ski slope
punched flat on a boxer
too big for your glasses too
small for your face there is so
much – that can go wrong – with
noses.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
PAYCHECK
I am a bug
on my back that
struggles to flip a
scarab in a sand dune that
june bug on my porch – I struggle
and wiggle to make ends meet – yet
my legs still wave fruitless in the air – when
I am finally able to flip myself upright and
breathe for a moment a fresh gasp of air –
a dog paw squarely blasts me down flat.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
on my back that
struggles to flip a
scarab in a sand dune that
june bug on my porch – I struggle
and wiggle to make ends meet – yet
my legs still wave fruitless in the air – when
I am finally able to flip myself upright and
breathe for a moment a fresh gasp of air –
a dog paw squarely blasts me down flat.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
see more ryn poetry at ryngargulinski.com
GHOULS
we wondered if
the child knew he
looked like a ghoul as he
sat on the bleachers at
pinnacle peak while a wild
west with slapstick thrilled the
audience – with gunshots and
a barrel that leaked. we learned
later the kid was with a
whole ghoulish trope who
dropped by in a hearse to
sell their parties – (yet) that
did not stop the
audience from
staring – or whispered
titters pointed fingers at the
child – glaring flashbacks of
me in first grade.
-ryngargulinski.2010
the child knew he
looked like a ghoul as he
sat on the bleachers at
pinnacle peak while a wild
west with slapstick thrilled the
audience – with gunshots and
a barrel that leaked. we learned
later the kid was with a
whole ghoulish trope who
dropped by in a hearse to
sell their parties – (yet) that
did not stop the
audience from
staring – or whispered
titters pointed fingers at the
child – glaring flashbacks of
me in first grade.
-ryngargulinski.2010
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