A beautiful, cold fall day
a good day to not own a car
walking with my sweetie
a big pile of leaves
and she
can not
resist
She shoves me
and using kung fu
learned from sunday matinees
I whip around
and she
lands in
the pile
Her laughter was expected
His siren was not
The would be hero
stepped from his black and white
"You're lucky she came up laughing." he tells me, threateningly
Since she did
couldn't you have just smiled
and enjoyed the fall day?
I think to myself, but I don't say a word
Her and I stand
and stare
bewildered
He gets back behind the wheel and leaves
taking our perfect Hallmark moment with him
Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue If you don't like my poems Then you can go screw
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Product of an urban environment
Exploring a cavern in Belize
stalagtites, stalagmites
bats
complete and total darkness
"Cool,
This is like Disneyland."
stalagtites, stalagmites
bats
complete and total darkness
"Cool,
This is like Disneyland."
I took off my hat
I took off my hat
And walked to work in the cold
as the sun rose behind the clouds
It was glorious
And walked to work in the cold
as the sun rose behind the clouds
It was glorious
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
On Oprah Today
On Oprah today one of us was seated on the couch
She was there because
One of THEM heard her songs
And recorded them
And now she’s being welcomed into the fold
She says "I can’t believe I’m here "
And THEY both laugh, remember when THEY were us
And we feel that if she could be there, we could be there
But we can’t
And we won’t
The beautiful singer will will not laugh at our shyness
Oprah will not cry with us
Some day we’ll die
And our songs will be forgotten
Somewhat slightly quicker than THEIRS will
She was there because
One of THEM heard her songs
And recorded them
And now she’s being welcomed into the fold
She says "I can’t believe I’m here "
And THEY both laugh, remember when THEY were us
And we feel that if she could be there, we could be there
But we can’t
And we won’t
The beautiful singer will will not laugh at our shyness
Oprah will not cry with us
Some day we’ll die
And our songs will be forgotten
Somewhat slightly quicker than THEIRS will
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