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Marshall Gass Oct 2014
Reading and Thinking today!
Today it was cold and blustery and the wind chime
was busy with the same crisp notes tinkling away
unsure of which tube to twang first, but it did sound good.

My dog Petals curved up like a huge comma
rolled his soft eyes in his head. She watched me
walk around, just shifting his eyes following my movements.

She knew I was thinking serious, but not about dogs
but something more like cosmic nothingness and
our own existence in this genetic soup.

Dogs know when we get loopy. They whine and whine
telling us to STOP IT and go vacuum the floors instead.
We usually don't understand pet philosophy. Some do though.

After writing a whole new chapter of my new book
It was time to let the grey matter rewind back into reality
and just doodle around thinking silly thoughts.

Several poems in todays reading were truly uplifting:
Imprint ( by Catniss), for one, was superbly crafted
in symbolic language that soared way above the ordinary.

I wrote drafts for several poems but crunched up the paperwork
and aimed for the paper bin- four misses, one in!
Next I read some poems by Mary Szybist:Incarnadine
and loved the exactness of the wording.

Finally, I sat down to write this poem and discovered
it wasn't turning out the way I wanted it to read
and said: Heck! thats the best I can do today!

I looked at Petals, she wagged her tail just this much
and so after that approval I decided to publish it.
Dogs understand us better than wind chimes?

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Author Notes

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Marshall Gass Jun 2014
Today it was cold and blustery and the wind chime
was busy with the same crisp notes tinkling away
unsure of which tube to twang first, but it did sound good.

My dog Petals curved up like a huge comma
rolled his soft eyes in his head. She watched me
walk around, just shifting his eyes following my movements.

She knew I was thinking serious, but not about dogs
but something more like cosmic nothingness and
our own existence in this genetic soup.

Dogs know when we get loopy. They whine and whine
telling us to STOP IT and go vacuum the floors instead.
We usually don't understand pet philosophy. Some do though.

After writing a whole new chapter of my new book
It was time to let the grey matter rewind back into reality
and just doodle around thinking silly thoughts.

Several poems in todays reading were truly uplifting:
Imprint ( by Catniss), for one, was superbly crafted
in symbolic language that soared way above the ordinary.

I wrote drafts for several poems but crunched up the paperwork
and aimed for the paper bin- four misses, one in!
Next I read some poems by Mary Szybist:Incarnadine
and loved the exactness of the wording.

Finally, I sat down to write this poem and discovered
it wasn't turning out the way I wanted it to read
and said: Heck! thats the best I can do today!

I looked at Petals, she wagged her tail just this much
and so after that approval I decided to publish it.
Dogs understand us better than wind chimes?

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
The Angry Pencil Jul 2018
I'm a princess without a crown
I'm Rapunzel without a tower
Nowhere to go but down
I'm a heroine with no power

I'm Maleficent without her wings
I'm Wonder Woman without her rope
I deserve happiness and nice things
But for me always no hope

I'm Catniss without a bow
I'm Harley Quinn without her bat
What the answer is, I don't know
Enticed back to prison and then she sat

Thirteen years and counting
How many years yet to waste
The evidence is mounting
This is an open and shut case

I'm Robert Mueller without the degree
I'm Melania without the money
How do I wade through the debris?
The consequence of knowing you're scummy

— The End —