Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)

The weathered wind spins out of control
Collecting remnants of every old fear

Creating little pockets of calm
In the ever gyrating wave of tears

Rummaging the little snippets of reel
Running through the collected years

Tripping over the yellowed pages
Playing leap frog with dogged ears

Refusing to see the pain etched in lines
Plugging all the holes so it can't hear

And looking for the next thrill
Accepting all new volunteers

blah. blah. blah.

Stephan likes his poems
Without the aid of a pump
But I ask you, my friend
What do you do with the lumps??

Finnegan poops in mustardy stanzas
Always in messy threes
When I asked him about line breaks
He pooped upon my knees

Meghan burps her ABC’s
And giggles when she’s done
Then she sings in syllables
Thick with witty pun

Logan whines in rhythm
As he walks in time
Of every emotional melody
And the odd poetic rhyme
 

Disconnected
In this disinfected
Hollowed out pumpkin shell
Where nothin’ but candy corn
Fills the empty spaces

Automated smiles
Across endless miles
Of wishing wells and welling wishers
Here at the northern star

And the man in the moon
Who just like me, took up the spoon
Milked the cow and even now
Froze the cream, forgot to dream
And on the dish
He ate every wish
 

What’s inside my assorted names?
Mother, daughter, sister, wife
So many roles to place the blame
What’s inside my assorted names?
Now let’s all go and play this game
Which is the sobriquet in this life?
What’s inside my assorted names?
Mother, daughter, sister, wife