Clean Up (an acrostic poem)

Confounded by all the dirt and grime

Leon threw down his mop and sunk to the floor

Eleven hours from now his mother would be visiting

And everything will be scrutinized for perfection

Now he knew that perfection wasn’t going to happen

 

Ursula swept into the apartment, but all she did was give Leon a hug

Pushing aside the dirt and grime of his worries and making his smile sparkle

 

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The Price of Love

Hal looked at Petunia as he left the bathroom.  “My god, Petunia!  What the hell did you eat?”

Petunia barely looked up from her position on the couch.

“No really.  You blew up the bathroom and you didn’t even have the decency to even try to cover it up.”

Petunia closed her eyes and looked away.

“I mean, come on!”

Petunia still didn’t do anything.  Hal began to feel stupid for complaining.  “Look, I’m sorry.  It’s just been hard, and you know about a man and his throne.

Hal moved over to the couch to sit next to her, but Petunia got up and walked away.  “Why do you have to be that way?” he asked.

Petunia spared him the briefest of glances before turning away from him.

“Damn it, Petunia!  Come here.”  When she didn’t move Hal continued.  “Is this how you’re going to treat me?  You go out all night carousing, not coming home till the morning and you expect me to pretend nothing is wrong.  The bed gets awfully lonely you know.”

Petunia left the room.  Hal put his head in his hands.  “I put a roof over your head.”  He looked up from his hands at the door she had walked through.  “I put food on your plate.  I buy everything you have.  The least you can do is give me a little attention!”

Petunia came back into the room and cocked her head to the side.

Hal sighed.  “Fine.  I’ll feed you first.”  He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, Petunia following in his wake.  He opened a can of tuna and put it on the floor.  When Petunia set in on her feast, Hal scratched between her ears, unlocking a deep purr from her.

Hal sunk to the floor next to her.  She hit him in the face with her tail.  “Cats,” he whispered with a small smile on his face.

 

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Trip (an acrostic poem)

The frequent flyer miles might be great, but he hadn’t signed up

Really he hated flying, especially the landings

It always gave him anxiety that moment just before touching down

Pain exploded in his head as he hit the floor.

 

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Awesome (an acrostic poem)

As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego

Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago

Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something

Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room

Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible

My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is

Everything is…..

 

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Pickled (an acrostic poem)

Pounding back another tequila

It made his eyes cross

Curt looked around the bar

Keen to find someone to connect to

Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her

Everything screamed to him that she was the one

Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more

 

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