02/08/2016
After eight years of having never posted anything on Facebook, I'm been told by friends that I need to share some of my writing, so starting with some light and hopefully humorous stuff... here goes.
This first poemsdemonstrates that if you give me a word, I can write just about anything that pertains to it. Such was the case with a friend who tried to stump me with the word "Marsupial".
Mike
Marsupial
When twenty-somethings move back home
And default on their student loans
These things are in reality,
Deferred marsupiality.
When lovers on a camping trip
A single sleeping bag unzip,
Then climb inside against the cold,
They are – in fact – marsupialed.
When Catholic priests abuse their flock,
And civil laws ignored and mocked,
They hide their sins in their religion,
And shelter in marsupialism
When politicians try to cheat us,
Care less for women than a fetus,
And claim a high religious calling,
They are themselves marsupialing
We’d like to think we’re all grown
And naked, face the world alone,
And yet, at one time or another,
We crave the shelter of our mother.
And so it goes, just as the light
Begins to fade and day turns night,
We hide in bed as darkness falls,
A pouch-like womb of bedroom walls,
We are –no doubt – marsupials.
