Some people
(or so I’ve been told)
have drugs in
their pocket
sic 70s “Bad Habits”.
Mine’s got a fur mouse.
Skat@2024
Some people
(or so I’ve been told)
have drugs in
their pocket
sic 70s “Bad Habits”.
Mine’s got a fur mouse.
Skat@2024
On this Father’s Day—
Wed twenty-nine years, thinking
Of my “Daddy”—gone.
Skat@2023
Glace Bay Boy
There were tall tales about you:
Playing truant to
jump the ice-clampers off the coast of The Bay,
or shooting pool up on Commercial
with that Neil McNeil,
like two of those trouble-boys from The Music Man
(who still served at mass on Sunday).
I can see you playing boogie-woogie
in the parlour,
at the house on York Street;
your cigarette’s hanging off the end of the piano,
Nanny kept a keen eye on the ash as it burned.
Muriel still talks about the way you spurned her
at that dance—for somebody else.
(Long-term memories don’t die.)
Oh, you sure could dance!
Mom says it was you who taught her and Joan how to jive, when you were both alive and young.
Now mom’s the only one left of your trio.
I think of you whenever I hear jazz,
or come across one of those old James Bond paperbacks, in a thrift store.
Remember, I borrowed a slew of yours?
The scent of Brut will forever conjure you.
I’m so glad I got to say “adieu”,
Before you left for good.
Kathleen Mortensen
2015
I’m on Mastodon,
from bluebird site I’ll soon be …
gone—come fly with me!
skat@2022
katmorten@mastodon@c.im
Chipping sparrows have
Already picked up sidekicks
For winter, ticks on.
Skat@2022
Numbness on one side
Started with severe back pain
Waiting for answers.
Skat@2022
Popular books, all
Coming due at the same time—
Unsolved mysteries.
Skat@2022
All summer long they
Battled night-munching earwigs—
Now they’re flourishing!
Skat@2022
It has turned into
a test of wills to remove
teabags from the pot.
Sharing success or failure
is becoming commonplace.
Skat@2022
I’m in another
Headspace at this current time;
I’ll be back someday!
Skat@2022