The Beetle

Written for:  Poetic Asides #398 – Write a bug poem.

Bug-eyed, insincere
smile, he resembles
a cartoon beetle.
His voice needles
me, gets under my
skin like shivers
of creepy, crawling
fingers. Lingers after
he has finished speaking.
Wish he would recuse
himself from that large
cabinet he hangs out in.
Maybe then, we would hear
a pleasing voice, and see
a smile of honesty.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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