“Once upon a time” may often be no more than that,
when “love’s first kiss” is love’s last kiss,
your “ever-after,” hit or miss;
the one who was your welcome mat
now bleeds you like a kneading cat.
Banality replaces bliss,
an undertow to the abyss,
like Casey’s last at-bat.
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhyming, humorous poetry. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, he is also in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived with their dogs and cats in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.
Love the line “ the one who was your welcome mat
now bleeds you like a kneading cat.“
Wow, well done, Ken! I like every line. And, greetings from a fellow Zonie in N AZ.
Once again, many thanks, Ruth and Jenise, for your encouragement. I just realized today that I’d overlooked comments shared by readers and decided a courtesy is better late than never.
(By the way, the northernest we’ve been in the Zone is Flag enroute to visit our kids in the Denver area. I didn’t notice until after our second trip, about ten years ago, that Flag and other cities on the way are higher than the Mile High City of Denver.)