Alone in a Laundromat

 —Poetry By Keith Snow, Harrisburg, PA
—Artwork Courtesy of Public Domain

 

 

A GIFT

There are levels


of success.

This one is 


noteworthy,


to me.

 

I am alone 


in a laundromat.

With dreams of serenity,


with hopes of creativity,


with my phone.

To write,


to read


to reach my son.

Completely alone 


for the second time,


this time I won't waste it.

 

 

 

 

FOOD CIRCUS

Peanuts
In the shell
served by elephants
as the appetizer.

Chili, cheese dogs,
popcorn and fountain
blue cotton candy,
garnished with
acrobats.

Deconstructed banana split,
monkeys peel the fruit and
play on top of the ice cream.

 

 

 

 

RICH

An old man strolls through a flea market, pauses at a stand that sells comics, after seeing the prices. If only my mom hadn't thrown away my comics when I was at college. He tells the owner of the comics. As if his unbagged, boardless Richie Rich comic with wrinkled cover and a page missing is all that separated him from millions. As if the comic book guy hasn't heard this a hundred times. He didn't even get out of his chair.


 

 

 

 

 

I listen

as you
whisper,
between
the lines
of the day
to day.

I must
learn to
decipher,
differences
from what you
mean and what
you say.  

 

 

 

 

TYPOS AND OTHER GIFTS

Abbreviation O.T.
has been messing
with me, I’m
not sure why but
it became other
in a previous try

I have to look,
before I submit.
Auto correct is true
evil culprit.

I want you
to send your
voice to text
messages to me.
I'll find their poetry.

__________________

Today’s LittleNip:

The real lesson

I learned in seventh grade was
never refer to the teacher's
macramé shoes as burlap.

—Keith Snow

__________________

—Medusa, with thanks to Keith Snow for today’s fine poetry—and for the fine villanelle he sent us to help celebrate Medusa's 20th anniversary this May 29! Send a poem that celebrates something—anything—form or free verse—and I’ll post it on May 29 with Keith's and with the others I've gotten and, hopefully, yours too. (20 years! Amazing!)

 

 

 

 “…peanuts in the shell served by elephants…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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