This word is
miserable old zucchini
left to rot on the vine.
This word has a face
like a bowl of angry corn flakes.
Its eyes are the color
of split-pea soup.
It watches and smiles
as angels are beaten
to the sidewalk.
Its heart is made of concrete.
This word is frequently found
smoking cigarettes in snowstorms.
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Post Published: 12 September 2011
Author: David Kowalczyk
Found in section:
Poetry
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in the small cannery town of Oakfield, New York. His poetry and fiction have been published in seven anthologies and over a hundred magazines and journals, including Taj Mahal Review, The Delinquent, The Maynard, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in South Korea and Mexico as well as at Arizona State University.
Tags: 2011, fall, Poetry, summer
I have a guy frined who is 50 who says the same thing about women. He uses several of the dating websites out there. His preference is match.com to find people. I would think that if you are really serious about it, I would invest in the eharmony thing with the personality profile they advertise. Love often is elusive when you look for it. I found the love of my life online when I least expected it. We are soulmates.
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