for megan
the sofa smells like fabric softener
because you washed the cushion covers
after i got mad at you for spilling beer
watching the match with your mates
we cuddled up like children on the sofa
falling asleep watching myth busters on telly
our nostrils flaring to take in the artificial
"rainy day" smell you infused with the laundry
and i think, as we kiss, that maybe
i should forgive you for spilling that beer
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
all out of 1-UPs
a poem for Poptart
jack and i are cuddled up
on the redder of the two red sofas
with pillows and blankets
all piled up around us
he's purring and i'm falling
into the shadows of sleep
but before long ryan wakes us
it's time for bed
he's all out of 1-UPs
jack and i are cuddled up
on the redder of the two red sofas
with pillows and blankets
all piled up around us
he's purring and i'm falling
into the shadows of sleep
but before long ryan wakes us
it's time for bed
he's all out of 1-UPs
tingo neighbors
Tingo (Easter Island): a person who borrows things from a friend’s house one by one until there is nothing left.
he came over the first time
just to introduce himself
as the neighborhood watch dog
and regular gossip hound
we served him some tea
and he took a big piece of cake
wrapped up with some china,
and an over sized silver fork
on his second visit he asked to borrow
a copy of the completed collection
of Sherlock Holmes stories
and a little lamp to read by
over time we lent him a spade
the tall ladder and some gloves
to help clear out his gutters
before the heavy snowfall of winter
we noticed that our old boat
which was left in the yard
was removed from its trailer
and put in the pond across the road
he borrowed dvds and even old vhs
and had to borrow a player and tv
to enjoy the films he borrowed
and while he was at it, the microwave for popcorn
we lent him a set of shelves
to keep his new collection
of our dvds
organized and neat looking
he made us some cake
from our own cake pans
using our spatula and spoon
and all our flour and eggs
such cake was served
on our fine china
with our family's silver cutlery
at our table in his house
he borrowed everything
including our shed, our cat,
the hose and the fridge
but we had to draw the line
when he asked to borrow mom
he came over the first time
just to introduce himself
as the neighborhood watch dog
and regular gossip hound
we served him some tea
and he took a big piece of cake
wrapped up with some china,
and an over sized silver fork
on his second visit he asked to borrow
a copy of the completed collection
of Sherlock Holmes stories
and a little lamp to read by
over time we lent him a spade
the tall ladder and some gloves
to help clear out his gutters
before the heavy snowfall of winter
we noticed that our old boat
which was left in the yard
was removed from its trailer
and put in the pond across the road
he borrowed dvds and even old vhs
and had to borrow a player and tv
to enjoy the films he borrowed
and while he was at it, the microwave for popcorn
we lent him a set of shelves
to keep his new collection
of our dvds
organized and neat looking
he made us some cake
from our own cake pans
using our spatula and spoon
and all our flour and eggs
such cake was served
on our fine china
with our family's silver cutlery
at our table in his house
he borrowed everything
including our shed, our cat,
the hose and the fridge
but we had to draw the line
when he asked to borrow mom
translitorate
A Poem for Jenni
last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast
but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage
the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself
and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway
was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead
Inspired by the words of a digital translator:
"Still sleepy I wondered .. "What makes you tonight ...?" and I have stumbled absurd thoughts in his head. by lobotomy. load? rhythm? wrought? Tonight we will do all."
last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast
but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage
the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself
and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway
was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead
Inspired by the words of a digital translator:
"Still sleepy I wondered .. "What makes you tonight ...?" and I have stumbled absurd thoughts in his head. by lobotomy. load? rhythm? wrought? Tonight we will do all."
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