Weird Poetry

I’m your perfectly pruned topiary:






To your heart’s desire (stifling anxieties).

I gift you comfort in my de-savaging.

Not a branch or leaf or flower out of place.

Not too big

But just small enough

To adorn the freshly mowed jewel-green lawn

Outside your brand spanking new cardboard cut-out pastel Pleasantville bungelow.




*** With hair and a spirit like yours, you couldn’t be a boring lawn ornament if you tried, Sugar Tits. ***

*** Well, golly gee, Old Man, that’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. ***

12 thoughts on “Topiary

    1. Awww gosh! Thank you. 😊 I wrote that a couple of months ago and never published it. The feeling had passed but I am cleaning out my drafts before the new year. I have one poem left to publish… then… EMPTY! I will have to start all fresh!

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      1. Who? Me? 😇

        Actually, I’m hoping it gets me out of shoveling the snow that fell. Something steamy enough might take care of that for me.

        If not… Well, it’s still good late night… Umm… “entertainment”.

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