Looking through my Moleskine the other day, I came across some rather silly poetry that I’d penned over the past six months, and thought to myself, “hey, what the heck?”
I also put up a couple pictures over on my Flickr account of me and some of the JETs I work with. Enjoy!
poem the 1st:
Erasers erase
but do staplers stape?
And if I would ask
would you go on a date?
Or would you turn me down flat
and from my life then depart;
as I desperately try
to stape my now broken heart.
poem the 2nd:
Stan the surly shipmate
had never been on a date
his friends would all laugh
that he needed a bath
but it’s hard to wash a primate
poem the 3rd:
Rain as mist
human as wet
put them together
and what do you get?
A soggy man
wet as can be,
or a soggy rain
soaked through with me?
poem the 4th:
A long thin straw
attached and firm
to the wide round hole
where words to burn
and as you suck
from bottom to top
the dark brown liquid
of your soda pop
it comes to me
both vivid and true
that I prefer the silent
version of you.
poem the 5th:
paper
pay per
each sheet you request
fancy
fan she
thought was the best
swiftly
sift he
did try on that day
ample
and pull
a large cabaret
forward
four word
location and spec
’til he
telly
can find and detect
poem the 6th:
damp air
cold stare
through long black hair
and made with care
to strip me bare
and make me aware
that my stupid chair
is on your foot.