Cyclothematic Poetaster
The luck of the draw
sounds like a sketch artist.
When a wisdom tooth aches
its days are numb.
The snow melts
and the Spring flows.
We can wonder if young Michelangelo
was, maybe, good at marbles.
The pain of growing older isn’t physical
it’s being out of touch with the existing world.
Everyone wants to change the world
but no one wants to change themself.
The older one gets
the less one worries about acting their age.
Have you ever noticed how much
the congressional building resembles a hot air balloon?
Sometimes, the only place to find a rainbow
is in a waterfall.
“I’ve never met anyone quite like you before,”
he said into his mirror.
Serendipity is like falling overboard
and being the first to discover Mermaids.
Ill will is leaving all of your money to the cat.
In olden days there was sand in an hourglass
today there are silicon chips in your phone.
“What time is it?” said the caveman to the passerby.
Checking his phone, he replied,” Paleolithic.”
The poet who wanders
is like the ambler who wonders.
One has a bad trait
the other a bad trail.