How could you allow

Yourself to become

Such a caricature


Of a human being –

Being nasty and mean

And letting your


Pointed face lead?

Under your tall, thin

Frame, flowers die.


But once removed –

The sun can shine

And new buds  –


Seeds planted


Before your shadow

Came – will push up

Through the loam


And years of compost,

Healthy, revived

In spring – to stretch


Green, vibrant, joyful.

Blonde Bitch, your

Reign of terror


Over this garden

Is over. You’re

The invasive species


Sprayed with Round-up.

Eradication makes room

for what is meant to be.


This is Poem #15 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

I appreciate your feedback as these poems are not “finished” yet, and I intend to go back into many of them in the future.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.