Five Fleas Itchy Poetry: Morning of May 12, 2024

Morning of May 12, 2024

Psychic Grief


diehard pessimist

her spirit animal

is a dead duck

~John H. Dromey





the latest fashion

a search for identity

in a differential equation

~Robert Witmer




a dragon bone?

the little girl returns

a curtsy

~Randy Brooks




Yellow press or gutter newspapers

Custard, mustard, lemon meringue pie

Book pages yellowed by the heat

Yellow spots on the mirror's surface

Yellow sun full of midday beach time glamour

Yellow moon risen to brighten nighttime pallor

Yellow skin sickened by jaundice

Yellow fingers stained by tobacco

Yellow Hockney crocs my word

Yellow is wonderful and absurd

~Olinda Ninolakis




Alas! war is not responsible


Fleeing poor in the election.

A weak and sick crawling kitten in democracy.

It rains after the prolonged heatwave.

Yet a mixed fleeing- Will an innocent get a perfect green cottage?


An eternal conscience!


I suffer because of the lack of green.


Alas! war is not responsible for that.

~Partha Sarkar




Doubt Sourcing


A.I.dentity crisis

~John H. Dromey




the contrasts

the symmetry

but Shane

never comes back

~dan smith




walk-in clinic

already seated in the waiting room

my one-night stand

~John J. Dunphy




Poison Pen Letter


venomous words

in tightly-wound cursive coils

waiting to strike

~John H. Dromey




                     stillpoint

                a brief refuge . . .

            in the hurricane eye

~Stephanie Zepherelli




a child

the cat

catastrophic

collapse

her community

~Wanda Amos




afternoon sun

a monkey family

grooming each other

so delicious

the fat fleas

~Wanda Amos




the wheel without the sun one could be

~J. D. Nelson




dandelion parking the drive-in theatre

~Randy Brooks




parakeet angle you redundant you

~J. D. Nelson




gurgling brook who’s a good baby stream

~Susan Burch




grain chain the world after next

~J. D. Nelson




campaign logic as strong as an oxymoron

~Robert Witmer




that name suddenly one hundred prowling frogs

~J. D. Nelson




flapdoodle morning

making my way

to malarkey

~Susan Burch

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