Glider
old grandmother got
her glider,
riding it to the sky
around noon, they could
see her flashing by,
neighbors rumoring
about how fast she flew
"And at her age," they
said, tsk-tsk.
Routine Creature
she was a routine
creature of clockwork
style
until she wasn't
until she came unwound
now what an unfortunate
event
the unraveling
of her many lists.
Tongue in Cheek
place it firmly there,
sexy and athletic lady,
you say, just like a pin
cushion
open mouth, insert
universe. well, that's how
it goes, anyway.
any old way.
