Accidental Alliteration

Parents are both in rehab.

I don’t know for how long.

Pencils from Office Depot?

One really can’t go wrong.

Pens do not work so well

writing toward the ceiling.

Pain here, there, everywhere,

is mostly how I’m feeling.

Perfumes died in Key West.

I sweat them from my pores.

Puzzles easily fall apart

bought at Goodwill stores.

Political same old same old:

Fuck him! Fuck them! Fuck that!

Poached eggs in cupcake liners -

Silicone, no mess, no fat!

Poetry hidden in a phone call

of random, scattered thought.

An accidental alliteration,

unlike what I’d been taught.