Poetry

Tuesday’s Poem: Like Two Warthogs

The buzz of the fan,

the hum of the air-cleaner

plays in the night

as the two of us sleep,

each with a nose strip

stuck to the bridge

enabling the air to flow

through our bristly sinuses.

But the snoring

never stops:

gasping and gurgling

like two warthogs

being raucous

in the moonlight.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

5 comments on “Tuesday’s Poem: Like Two Warthogs

  1. Warthogs? Hah.. first time I’ve seen that word in poetry. Nice. 😉 Never a dull moment with you, Mark! 🙂

  2. tmezpoetry

    Have you ever seen the commercial about Snore Abuse? It’s hilarious and yet I felt like slapping the one who came up with it lol. Smiling at the poem.

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