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Lazy Eight
by Max Bouilletand lately, I feel
if I crack my neck
hard enough, the
pop would take me
back to an era
of sled rides
and paper airplanes.
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But
the water under the bridge
keeps pulling me down.
Reminding me that
the past is an echo
of future mistakes
and that
infinity is nothing more
than a lazy eight
that hits the instant replay button
on the time
I pulled a hair
from the dog that bit me
from between my teeth
and I responded to the message
she left on my machine
with all the insincere zeal
of keeping an appointment to check my prostate.12/04/2003 Author's Note: Too much cold medicine.
Posted on 12/04/2003
Copyright © 2026 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/04/03 at 06:45 PM something about this i truly love |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 12/05/03 at 01:01 AM god i love your poetry.. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/05/03 at 02:45 AM and here you go... your use of todays commonalities with age old feeling makes your poetry so real and breathable... in response to your poem... try getting a raft, dear friend... for hope floats... ::smile::... another brilliant piece... blessings... |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 12/05/03 at 11:48 PM Had to laugh at the image of you picking the dog hair out of your teeth! And the zeal bit just kills me. Another witty bit of mind-bending here. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/06/03 at 07:30 PM I suppose this poem is suppose to be poignant and somber reminder of the "downs" of life. However, I laughed out loud reading those last lines! Only those who have had to deal with prostate exams would understand fully! LOL! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/22/15 at 06:49 PM This reminded me that I miss reading your works. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/28/15 at 09:24 PM I bit a dog once
it had it coming
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