At Zoetrope: The Day the Poetry Died

Requiem  by GC
 It's goodbye  to Sunday poetry  almost as if there's  no more American Pie  no Chevvy  no Levee  we cry  because yesterday  6-21-2015  was the sad day  that Sunday poetry   was to die 
 R.I.P. Sunday Flash Poetry  A Zoetrope Tradition  2001-2015 
 (6-22-15)

Live it!

It's A Hungry Life
By GC

Life can be a rib eye steak,
bloody red and waiting
to be devoured by a
gluttonous world

Life can be a petit four,
pink and white, sugar coated,
ever ready to assuage
a hungry world

Life can be a Hershey kiss,
brightly wrapped in foil,
waiting to be tasted
to be savored

Life can be moonshine whiskey,
distilled through an old auto radiator;
fiery raw and poisonous,
tearing guts, blinding us.

Life can be a jug
of heavy cream
to sooth the wild beasts
who roam our worlds

That's life, the good and the bad of it,
the smooth and the rough of it,
the tranquil and the wild of it;
life, she's a funny old possum

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Lazy Daze

By GC

I should

have

done it

yesterday

but tomorrow

is

an other day

so

here in the

hammock

is where

I'll stay

today