Funny (an acrostic poem)

Furiously looking for the punchline

Underneath the dross of reality

Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips

Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul

Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have

Identity (an acrostic poem)

 

It wasn’t who he was

Didn’t they know that?

Everyone should see it.  He wasn’t that complicated

Now if he was, well maybe she wouldn’t have left him

That still hurt twenty some odd years later

If time does heal, he must be a man outside of time

That made him chuckle

You would think with a name like Gilgamesh he would know better

 

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Stability (an acrostic poem)

Sarah checked her watch for the fifth time

Tom was now officially late and in her doghouse

All she asked of him was to take an interest in the kids

Be on time

Insofar as she could tell

Leaving the kids with him was a crap shoot

If he didn’t show up soon she would call the police

That’s how pissed off she was

Yet she did chuckle when he showed up dressed as Santa

Finals (an acrostic poem)

Frustration drips from my forehead
I stare blankly at words as they dance
Not understanding their motions
Aching to bleed out the answers
Listening to doubt chuckle
Sad that this is the way it all ends