Daily Poems for 2025

Unctuous

Unctuous

Unctuous

Unctuous

Unctuous

She’s a real creampuff, 
purrs like a kitten,
only ever driven
on Sundays
to church
and around the block
for endless hours
of talk radio.

Pulls to the right?
Sure,
these days,
what doesn’t?

25/365


Unctuous

The AI rendered this poem as a woman with pink hair, red-framed glasses, cat ears, and also human ears, behind the wheel of a car. Outside the window is blue.