Porridge for Dinner

I had porridge
for dinner
yesterday

It tasted
a lot
like breakfast

I don’t
understand
why

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Three A.M. Poetry Writing

O POEM
MY POEM
MY LOVELY POEM
I SCREAM IN CAPITAL LETTERS
ABOUT YOUR LOVELINESS
I CARESS YOU
WITH THE FINGERS OF MY MIND
O POEM
O SNAKE POEM
YOU ARE A SNAKE POEM NOW
AND I SHALL BITE YOU
FOR I BITE ALL
THE SNAKE POEMS
MY SNAKE POEM
GO FORTH
INTO THE WORLD
AND DO NOT FALTER
OR FORGET TO EAT
A BALANCED
BREAKFAST

Fox

The title of this poem
is a pun
that would have worked better
if I had posted it
earlier in the day

I don’t even like puns
but here I am
putting a bad one
in the title of
a poem

It’s a completely pointless
pun that only
exists because
I am tired
and tomorrow is Monday

Perhaps I should
go to bed
and stop building bewildering
puns into the titles
of poems that don’t matter to anyone