Stubbing my toe on route to the bathroom in the middle of the night
immediately after falling out of bed on the left side
because my cat scratched my face again just for fun
as the dog was farting trying to out-do a skunk.
I never made it to the bathroom…oh the Absurdities of Life!
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Robert Cowley
A passionate writer of Poetry, always have been and love to see what others have to share.
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Raymond
Raymond There was a talking parrot, he was the grandfather of all talking parrots, the original annoyance, and his name was Rambling Raymond. This colourful old talking bird would not quit yappin’ “yappity yap yappity yap” all day long he would proclaim, he even annoyed himself so much that his own ears fell off. That is why all parrots have no ears like they used to, they used to have ears like us humans but thanks to Rambling Raymond they don’t anymore. But in the end Ray excelled more and flourished more than most of the other anti-talk parrots and it wasn’t long after his children were born that they too started talking, but now they were talking and you couldn’t get them to halt chatter, this generation still had funny looking human ears.
By Robert Cowley3 years ago in Poets
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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