I Just Can’t Help Myself

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I try writing a serious poem about a relationship break-up

About how gutted I feel

I even get in a few good metaphors

But then it starts going off the rails

The clown in the closet wants to come out and play.

I try to shut him out

But he plants his foot in the door

And before I know it

He’s taken over

pouring out puns, profanities,

double and triple entendres

A real word-acrobat.

The poem’s a mess but he’s having fun.

and so am I.

What the heck!

We horse around a little then get into it.

I just can’t help myself.

Tip-Toe Heart

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I take my beanie off to Job,

That Biblical figure who had

The patience of a glacier.

Me, I have the patience of a gnat.

I roller-derby my way through life

With predictable results.

Maybe it’s time I calmed my farm

trod quietly through each day,

Just me and my tip-toe heart.