jhaggard29

Hey guys. I've never written much poetry, more prose than anyhting else. this doesn't really fit in either category I don't think, but maybe you can help me sort it out. Per haps the best place for it is in the circular file. Thanks for looking.


These women are too fucking much.
Toothy smiles and absent husbands,
weighty diamonds and ridiculously large bottles of spring water.


Here today for the birthday
bows and presents
laughter and dark cynicism.


Judgment.


Cake.


Candles.


Sunglasses can't hide
their eyes moving over me.


We love the chicken...

jhaggard29

PS I don't really want to comment on anyone else's poetry yet because I don't know much about it. I don't want to sound like an idiot. Maybe that can't be helped, though.