Hi I’m Mark. I like sandwiches and sandwich-like foods
Doing anything but what needs to be done
I know it’s due at midnight but it’s not any fun
Sure I could work now, but what is the rush?
By Mark Wheatleyabout 8 hours ago in Poets
The world is astounding on so many fronts.
My brain translates hundreds of signals at once.
And all of it comes so naturally.
By Mark Wheatley14 days ago in Poets
Dear Chicken Sandwich,
How can it be?
That something so pretty was made just for me?
Your bun is so glossy it shines like a star
By Mark Wheatleyabout a month ago in Poets
Tasty tender thighs toasting. Temperature: three thirty.
The timer tolls! Two tiny tones.
By Mark Wheatley2 months ago in Poets
“What is the point? What’s the meaning of it all?
The universe is infinite and I am so small”
My girlfriend’s in crisis
But I’m just delighted
“I truly wish I was not quite so tall
When I ride on airplanes I have no space at all”
I complain to my friend
Who is just 4 foot ten
Time passes quickly
When did my hair change to grey?
Why do my joints hurt?
Yet as I sit here
In my office chair at work
By Mark Wheatley3 months ago in Poets
I asked my best friend to come over last weekend
A boys night for gaming, away from the girlfriends
We filled up a cooler with plenty of brewskis
By Mark Wheatley4 months ago in Poets
Okay, first Haiku
Just gotta mention the four
Elements. Oh Crap
By Mark Wheatley5 months ago in Poets
Twas today when I was walking
After my first sip of coffee
When a shit did come a knocking
Knocking on my sphincter door
I had a dream the other day
I knew it fiction right away
Cuz sleeping next to me there lay
Not one lady but two