"roundy" poems
And a dilemma is? Fixing the cafe while preparing your breakfast shake so elegantly. Hurriedly to turn on the news upon the squashed HD as you settle down on the white roundy, the sound turned down just enough not to wake the neighbors. Where has this life taken me?
Dark dank daily routines...
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
my hiney is shiney ya'll
glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree,
or the path to the hill, in morning glory.
I powdered it after my shower.
looked in the mirror. If i was a girl, god **** I would love it.
Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating.
It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that.
Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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A Chewing-Gum Girl Waiting for the Sunset Limited
Long, long ago
In the station at Tucson we waited
Someone said the locomotive had burned in the desert
A girl with earphones chewed gum through the hours:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Her eyes were closed, her music was her god
She clutched a leatherette case of tapes
Just as some clutch a Bible, and chewed:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Her mechanical chomps could have been the rhythm
Of the passenger train that wasn’t there
My paperback novel never joined in:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
I don’t remember her boarding the train
That in the evening finally arrived
She might be in the Tucson station still:
Roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP, roundy-CHOMP-CHOMP
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
Doing the household laundry is rather fun
The old roundy-go-thump washing machine
Roundy-go-thumps in time to the dishwasher
While the electric dryer waits patiently
Someday I will have a clothesline again
And summer days and summer sun will love
My shirts and towels so sweetly dry that they
Will want to fly away on the summer breeze
And when the clothes have been folded away
The sun will want to come inside to play
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
I’m a ten digit
fidget; a cluster
****** mind.
a sand-hopping
hopper of the
trampoline kind.
I’m a bouncing-
bounce bouncer,
with cerebral jelly.
I’ll tap, tap, tap.
fidget finger, knee
or welly.
talk ten steps ahead,
talk five steps back.
roundy roundy garden
like a teddy-cadillac.
I’m a remote zapping addict;
buttonitis of the soul.
and finish your sentence…
I’m a pain in the whole!
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC