Trailer’s for sale

Quasqueton perfect little town, Right on river, Storm zone, You know anything trailer, House, One like little pig made, One wolf blowable, One thing my home in woods, Writer retreat, North Carolina,Kentucky,Tennessee, Wisconsin, Virginia but r Minnesota, Huge fire place rivaled by hummungous(my word for bigger then any other) cellar, Asshole weathermen suggestion we go

No Puerto Rican,

Not the people, The country, Last week my girlfriend stopped me, Her daughter a sister wife was uprooting family off to the Holy land, That was the last I heard, Then my good lady said she was going to visit the country of her birth, Then I was elated means happy, The lady is staying

Three sisters,

Alice,Irene and Beulah, Beulah a waitress and dig lover, Married late in life, A bull dog of a man, Some people look like turtles, Some cats, And yes some dogs, See I”m a Empathy,poet,cartoonist, Beulah,Alice and Irene the Brainard sisters, Beulah married a Bower, All artist, Loved them all, Drove for them, Alice and Irene

Upon a wing,

Tonight as I came home, Two wings were a flying, Geese away, Veering out there, Northern Iowa, Twenty twenty one running a month ahead, Early March we had seventy weather, Short sleeves and Tee shirts, If not fast bizarre, April was nice End of May winter returned, Heating bills rose, Why because it was turn

Ain’t no shame in it

Sure creeps will snicker and point, They live with their parents, It’s not their business, Down through the ages families lived together, Get a grip, Live your life, Times are hard, Things really never change, Money only goes so far, Since nine I was there for my mom, Until 2010, Older half sister’s fifth husband

Gullible Hayseed!

We care about you! I loathe that expression, It usually comes from a woman who owes me next to three grand, Today she told me the land lord cares to, Bullshit, I’m not a gullable hayseed! I have four cats, Have paid next to $10900 toward owning my trailer, This is my home, No one

Not funny,

Not your concern, Financial is in layers, I satisfy my Marslow Need, My end result’s mine, When I say Im a published author and poet I get, Only on WordPress? No I say global! The work I put in weekly is like my carbon footprint, My end reflects my mean. I was fritizied yesterday by

Share or show?

One day left, Just one! Seventy-four plus tgere and back, Want my adopted family to meet my girl, Want share a brief moment in time, Want her to know those I love, Here I sit upon my laurels, In the kitchen she’s washing out spice containers, Spice spill, shirt change, It was grand having a

Piles

First time living with boxes Unpacking Use to live with boxes because my stuff was Not allowed in others’drawers , Still no drawers Stuff mine not kept in pillow cases Ready packed Not moving on Not for a spell! Not for a bit, Hit me last night this is not the end! Just stopping off

The hole

My knee high Concealed by a trunk Head if a clown stuck within Worrying I am! Worring am I, Told how to block Got it ! Assuming I have never done anything before! Want to scream! Don’!! Who leaves a hole in a wall? Who takes ten grand in partial payment, Allows client to move