Thursday’s Poem – In the kitchen

In the kitchen

When my grandmother
would come visit us,
she would sit
at the kitchen table
with her can of beer
and bitch
as my mother
snapped green beans
in the sink,
saying,
simply,
“uh huh”
at the appropriate times.

It hardy mattered
as my grandmother
would continue giving up the dirt
on all manners of people
my mother had never met
nor cared about in the slightest.

I suppose
it gave them both
something to do,
if only for a little while.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

5 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem – In the kitchen

  1. …jonny’s become
    so sensitive of late…
    with poetry
    and a little less hate…

    words flow gently
    at a different rate…
    perhaps because
    of his loving mate…

    a turn for the good
    some would debate…
    w/ no more porn
    to ingratiate…

    but i hope this post
    will never deflate…
    it’s something to
    really appreciate…

    to see it gone…
    to see it skate…
    would bring a tear
    that we would hate…

    so now i go
    it’s getting late…
    a video to watch
    “two girls & a plate”…

    …always loved the rhyming shit…
    …my best, in jest, big jonny…
    …signed:: a newer, more sensitive, bikesgonewild

  2. …so bikepunk, yer sayin’ i shouldn’t sell my bikes n’ become a absinthe besotted poet ???…

    …just guessin’…