Thursday, January 15, 2026

Poems & Prose #179 - Dated

The page quickly flips

    with a subtle whoosh,

and I scratch my chin

    as my words become mush,

my internals crumbling

    as shove comes to push.


A message now comes to me,

    aflame in a bush,

briefly, before my foot's

    swift snuff and smush,

and I sigh and grin,

    slightly longer in tooth.