Smile and Odor
Grandson reaches out for me.
First time.
7 months old.
New teeth showing through his smile.
Full of joy.
Smiles never ending.
Pulls at my moustache.
Giggles.
A sound from down below.
A squeal, a grin, the odor.
My wife has a smile for me.
“Your turn.”
I’m off to change his messy diaper.
Nothing more important
In the world.
POOP.
By Douglas John Loudon
Friday, March 21, 2014
Listening to the Radio
I sit. Listening to the radio.
Good news car sales are up though out the world.
The Third and Second world are catching up to the First.
Human kind moves closer to Extinction.
No knowing. No Understanding.
Ignorance.
An ocean of education
Few of the wise to show for it.
Just ignorance.
Mistaken.
Oh
I get it now
A mass suicide.
Global scale.
No one
Listening
No one
Reading.
Just drinking their coffee.
That smells good.
By Douglas John Loudon
I sit. Listening to the radio.
Good news car sales are up though out the world.
The Third and Second world are catching up to the First.
Human kind moves closer to Extinction.
No knowing. No Understanding.
Ignorance.
An ocean of education
Few of the wise to show for it.
Just ignorance.
Mistaken.
Oh
I get it now
A mass suicide.
Global scale.
No one
Listening
No one
Reading.
Just drinking their coffee.
That smells good.
By Douglas John Loudon
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