Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I: 003 [reflections from a gene pool]

home for Christmas -
three old bladders
and one bathroom



reprise:


dad's armchair --
hindsight
is 20/40



mom's arthritis
acting up again --
I take two Advil



that little grunt
dad always made --
putting on my socks




"that little grunt" - Frogpond -- XXVIII: 3 (2005)
"mom's arthritis" - Roadrunner Haiku Journal V:4 (Nov. 2005)

3 Comments:

At November 29, 2005 12:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

david,
good work.
ed


first date
i lift her toilet seat
i put down her toilet seat



the air filled with
dogwood blossms...
first kiss

 
At November 29, 2005 12:25 PM, Blogger david giacalone said...

thanks for sharing your goodies, ed.

your first poem reminds me of this oldie:

toilet seat up --
the bedroom
suddenly chilly

 
At November 30, 2005 12:06 PM, Blogger eric l houck jr said...

"that little grunt" . . . too funny, so true! . . . to use a cliche "i resemble that remark."

 

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