Friday, February 24, 2012

Sexy Gimps with Masks in a Futuristic World

My wife has her way with
Phrases that make me laugh,
Too good for poetry,
Too oddly fragmented
For novel or memoir,
Too true for religion.

In the midst of Scrabble
Games, I scribble them down.
Over early morning chit-chat,
Toddler bumping our knees
And assaulting our ears,
I tap them in my phone.

A man with a muse has
An advantage over
Other poetasters
He should never neglect.
Humbly he should borrow
What others cannot steal.

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