
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Season poem
One by one
The days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves
We have no conscience
Oh, what we're becoming
Month by month,
The rings on our tree trunks,
Like old wise eyes,
Grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise
Now time- like an ocean
knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house
And lose inside the couch
And piles of our thoughts
Run miles in the dark
Just tryin' to get home
Age by age,
We rhyme with our seasons'
Rehearsed routines
Still turning
And returning
Now I'm wide as the ocean
Now I bleed roses
And you are just a mark
on the map of my past
But I am a road
I wind along alone
All day until the coast
The days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves
We have no conscience
Oh, what we're becoming
Month by month,
The rings on our tree trunks,
Like old wise eyes,
Grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise
Now time- like an ocean
knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house
And lose inside the couch
And piles of our thoughts
Run miles in the dark
Just tryin' to get home
Age by age,
We rhyme with our seasons'
Rehearsed routines
Still turning
And returning
Now I'm wide as the ocean
Now I bleed roses
And you are just a mark
on the map of my past
But I am a road
I wind along alone
All day until the coast
Monday, August 17, 2009
Hello
Sunday Funday, Monday Jungday, Tuesday Boozeday, Wednesday Friendsday, Thursday Mersday, Friday Highday, and Saturday Laffterday!
yayayayayayayayayayayaaay :)
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Peach, Plum, Pear
We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing suprise
But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy
And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide
And I have read the right book
To interpret your look
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye
This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding it's back
When it used to ride me
And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of it's force
And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
Water runs from the snow
Am I so dear
Do I run rare
You've changed some
Peach, plum, pear
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And I'm oozing suprise
But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy
And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide
And I have read the right book
To interpret your look
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye
This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding it's back
When it used to ride me
And we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of it's force
And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse
Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
Water runs from the snow
Am I so dear
Do I run rare
You've changed some
Peach, plum, pear
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