
I don’t give a fig
I couldn’t give a monkey’s
I just want to hang.
by Scooj

I don’t give a fig
I couldn’t give a monkey’s
I just want to hang.
by Scooj
Son returned from camp
and cat from a month with the
vet; all together.
by Scooj
It’s complicated
me and my father; and now
he leaves one last time.
by Scooj
Tired of childish games
Dolly cuts loose, adventures
on the horizon.
by Scooj
A Summer”s day draws
to a close and we huddle
watching the tide rise.
by Scooj
Our tummies rumble
waiting for the alarm clock
both awake asleep.
by Scooj
Raising children can
try the patience of angels;
my wings need preening.
by Scooj
Me and my pizza,
the chef, waiter and bar girl;
empty restaurant.
by Scooj
Seventh to ground
breakfast and back to seventh
horror…flies undone!
by Scooj
Platform 2, lillies
beam, while above the red kites
lazily patrol.
by Scooj