Tag Archives: Poem
To the girl behind me in line at the supermarket Whose shopping list consisted entirely of Sourdough and sour gummi worms I wish I’d thought to ask you If you were making Sandwiches.
I hate you, woman in yellow For all the terrible things you never did And all the horrible flaws you never showed And all the wretched words you never said But most of all for when, as you walked along the sidewalk … Continue reading
The snow goes As the snow does (Does doesn’t rhyme) The snow does, that is to say, the female counterparts to snow bucks Make footprints all along the way While I get up and resume (Resume doesn’t rhyme) Resume, that … Continue reading
I’ve always had a soft, unspoken, karmic view of life Though never voiced, it’s always burrowed down inside my mind But as the law of averages applies to joy and strife A different philosophy is what I’ve come to find For … Continue reading
Oh, I like to write a poem When I feel that I’ve been being Altogether far too useful So as to be very careful Not to send the wrong idea If you get into the habit Of, to other people … Continue reading
I was so busy doing somethings Big blue rolly somethings Little orange crinkly somethings Somethings left hanging on the line Somethings buried under old piles of newspaper A something that burned up like a candle, leaving a smell like incense … Continue reading