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Lazy Eight
by Max Bouillet
and 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.
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 © 2025 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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