A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

the shed

The shed

sits way back in the side
of the yard looking all

one or two slats askew

there's something
sinister
about the left-hand slant
of the second slat
the way the light shines through
in the sunrise

like last night was hell
and this morning's purgatory

look for limbo towards evening
inside that shed
the cycle continues endlessly,
maybe. That shed

is ready to go out in horrid glory.
This shed wants to become
a horror movie

starring the shed
as the horror. It doesn't plan
to come to life or anything

just scare the shit
out of people for ninety
going on a hundred twenty minutes
crisply-edited and minimally scored

until the surviving cast members
are like "Fucking hell! Enough with this
fucking shed" and burn it down

Done.
Over.

Depending on the coming business

(stunt-shed, suckas)

(Shed II: Same Shed, Different Day)

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