Have you ever owned
one longer than a week,
they disappear quicker
than a green sock
in the wash machine
and the half life of
the smell of simmering
garlic and onions
nextdoor.
Me being mark
I own a book mark
that marks the
books Mark reads.


Have you ever owned
one longer than a week,
they disappear quicker
than a green sock
in the wash machine
and the half life of
the smell of simmering
garlic and onions
nextdoor.
Me being mark
I own a book mark
that marks the
books Mark reads.

This is wonderfully playful and quietly clever. I love how you turn an everyday frustration—the vanishing bookmark—into something observant and humorous, then loop it back with that neat, self-aware twist at the end. The comparisons are vivid and unexpected (the green sock and the neighbor’s garlic are perfect), grounding the poem in lived, sensory detail.
Hello,

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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