Thursday, May 26

A Wayward Lymerick

der wonce waz ah gurl hoo waz tyered
ov riting thingz da rite wai
sew, phun shi did hav
an boi, did shi laf
az shi rote an shi rote da rong wai!

Saturday, May 14

The Anti-love Poem

I'm not going to write a poem for you about red roses and starlight
I'm not going to tell you how handsome, how manly and strong you are
I'm not going to breathe softly in your divine presence
Cautiously pacing my words for your benefit

I won’t hold your hand when it’s raining
I won’t kiss you when you want and desire me
I won’t look into the dark pools of your eyes
Seeking for meaning and a deeper connection

I can’t bear to bare myself to you
I can’t stand to be vulnerable
I can’t allow for this senseless passion
To evolve and to grow and continue

Give me my yesterdays back
Give me all my tomorrows
Let’s stop sharing the present
Let's stop dipping our hands into the same bowl

Monday, May 2

Restaurant

Ring-a-ling
Welcome!
How many?
Follow me.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Squeak!
Oh! That feels good.
Water please.
Drip. Drop. Drip.
What’d it be?
I want that.
I want this.
Get me this.
Get me that.
Got it.
Tic-toc-tic-toc.
Rat-a-tap-tap.
Tic-toc-tic-toc.
Finally!
Crunch.
Munch.
Gulp.
Down it goes.
Oh my!
Rub. Rub
Pat.
Rub.
Dessert?
Ha!
Check please.