Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/18/19

A little poem I wrote one night after a trip.

Cajun Mutt Press

157141455082588880Big Girls Cry

She steals the souls of babies
cooing cherry blossom bouquets

“Thick as thieves” she shouts
an observation from an orbited loon
beamed back to her one-eyed mind

Molehill to molehill
she’s an eighteen-wheeler on a
convoy coast to coast
hauling iPads and iPhones

See her when she smiles?
That’s when she’s happy
See her when she frowns?
That’s when she’s sad
Every emotion oozes from
cracks of broken nostalgia

She melts in your mouth, baby

Beam her up, Scotty

Her pride is a force too big for this world
Daddy never loved her
Momma sniffs the green
grass on the other side
Now she can’t follow through
on a slow ball pitch

What’s that in your teeth, sister?
I chipped my piano keys on a D flat
No more music for me

I should’ve never gone to Vegas
Those marriages never last
No point of return
That’s…

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