grace mariner Poems
|123.||The Old Nurse||3/9/2016|
|124.||Lost In Eddie||5/6/2016|
|126.||To The Squeamish And The Prudish, With Love From The Boorish||5/10/2016|
|127.||Here, Or There||9/6/2016|
When I am old I plan to live in a trailer full of cats.
I'll talk cat talk and walk cat walk
and dream of birds and rats.
I'll eat cat tuna and meow at the moona
and I'll roll and stretch on the floor.
I'll bite at fleas and do as I please
and leave my scent by the door.
And when my nine lives have all been spent
and my sins I must confess,
I'll sharpen my claws on the Pearly Gate walls
and act like I couldn't care less.
Its been said that God created the world in 7 days.
In 7 days you re-wrote my ending.
Searched for a distraction.
Found an obsession.
How long is that track ahead?
This will drop me harder than anything I've ever known.
No uncertainty. No doubt.