When It Doesn’t Add Up

For: November Writing Prompts #1- Sweet Chaos

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I’ve inched through life

crawled through countless days

watched the time fly, watched it stop, heard  it roar like a beat up truck with a

broken  muffler and then  die


at the end of the drive  with a plastic lawn jockey , missing an eye

and beaming a gritty mossy smile.




I’ve watched people walk, got out of their way as they ran for the door

without as much as a cherry  goodbye or a heartfelt go to Hell.




Sometimes I went along for the ride, sometimes I was pulled out by the tide and tossed

around like a leaf by the wind, by the rain

looking for that drain in the road to

send me home.




My life has been

like a wad of gum stuck

on the bottom of a dog’s paw, a cat’s claw

picking up gunk and fuzz

everyone knows it’s there but nobody wants to touch it.




My. Life.



Word of The Day Challenge: Triumph

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Monsters should have sharp teeth and fangs

razors for claws, horns on their heads

yellow eyes, mummified skin.

Monsters should disappear at dawn

into graves, closets, caves where darkness lives.


Monsters do not  drive pickup trucks

wave around guns, wrap themselves in flags

Now is the time to

let monsters be  monsters again

from this midnight on.