I’ve been doing these tiny poems for a while. Now I’m giving them their own space.
Last week a reader commented that x, y, and z never got to have their turn. I had not thought about it. Once pointed out, though, I could not forget it.
This week we started with them. When you think about it, they do have cause to complain. In an alpha order list, how often will they be put to work?
This week pay attention to those letters and make note of their special accomplishments.
All right, here is this week’s assortment of Little Vines. I hope all of you are well.
I could have
play scales on the piano
Your heart hears a funk beat
Then just say yes and we will have
a tidy end to the whole affair
and you can keep the portrait of Queen Victoria, too
His intense stare unsettles me as I speak.
Deep thinker or
is he asleep with his eyes open?
Captured in every photo
the smiles in the eyes of those exquisite potatoes
Russet Yukon Golden Idaho Red New.
It’s not that I don’t like the idea at all
It is the exact opposite
I’m in too deep and I like it way too much
One thing you’re forgetting
it can happen to anyone
I’m not there yet but I will be
and so will you
The cyclops on the hill said:
I’m already a little unpopular these days.
Does it bother me? No.
Surely you, the original,
you know not to judge a portrait
while it is still on the easel
There is nothing to talk about
with a dope like me.
Yeah, that’s what she says.
a pink-haired woman answered the door
I handed her a big bouquet
and I will do it again
on every wedding anniversary we have every year forever
She sure had me fooled
Nobody could have known
she could make spying on her so much fun
I’m glad we talked
put our heads together
and came out just as misinformed as we went in
I answered the door at no current address.
I left town in a boxcar
door slid open to let in the wind.
oh they had a cancellation
but by then
I had left without saying good-bye
only a piece of pizza
and my favorite music
can cheer me up today
on the sidewalk then he was gone just gone
the navy blue suit disappearing into the crowd
the office wear camouflage that made him invisible
Last Friday morning at the college
absentminded prof Dr. LaSalle
stepped off into one of these five hundred books.
We’re still seaching for him. Yoo hoo! Dr. LaSalle!
In this world give and take
so quickly becomes malleable
swerving into I insist that things to take another shape
nobody fears a ghost in a wrinkled sheet
even if it Sees all Knows all
and can yell Boo like a champ
In this culture, to clarify what I heard,
Is that kind of anger traditional
when the kids spill red kool-aid on the white carpet?
Malcontents all of them
dissatisfied with modern modernization.
So loud. So much screaming.
Tough. You can’t back out now.
The sparkling that you heard and felt?
Now you see for yourself
how addictive her laugh is.
a million ways to find happy
and here’s where we ended up
It’s not a mistake yet but maybe soon
In my life I was not curious.
In the afterlife I do an hour of snooping
for every ten minutes I’m playing the harp
we are so embarrassed
our professional standards
require us to grovel for a period of up to 49 days
but do not extend to offering refunds
He raised the blinds
gave the finger to the barking dog
like that ever did any good But wait
The dog stopped barking.