oh wood...
who gives me
the board i roll on
oh wood...
who gives me
the air i breathe
oh wood...
who gives me
the roof over my head
oh wood...
who gives me
shade on a warm summer day
oh wood...
who gives me
pleasure when... oh wait... wrong type of wood
Oct 8, 2009
7
fuck people who don't sub
self-centered, selfish folks
who probably don't get enough love
you're sucking wind
you cocky twat
if you sat for a bit we might just win
but if you had any self-awareness at all
you'd be playing your position
instead of blindly chasing the ball
self-centered, selfish folks
who probably don't get enough love
you're sucking wind
you cocky twat
if you sat for a bit we might just win
but if you had any self-awareness at all
you'd be playing your position
instead of blindly chasing the ball
Oct 6, 2009
6
depression
contagious?
am i a danger
to those i love?
am i a carrier
exposing those closest to me
to the demons beneath my skin?
like the female samurai poison tasters
who can never know the touch of another
because of the built-up of poisons
running through their veins
should i live the solitary life
of a ronin without a clan
or that of a reclusive monk
high on some mountain top?
perhaps, like all of the above
i should strive to ensure
that my contributions outnumber
my detriments...
contagious?
am i a danger
to those i love?
am i a carrier
exposing those closest to me
to the demons beneath my skin?
like the female samurai poison tasters
who can never know the touch of another
because of the built-up of poisons
running through their veins
should i live the solitary life
of a ronin without a clan
or that of a reclusive monk
high on some mountain top?
perhaps, like all of the above
i should strive to ensure
that my contributions outnumber
my detriments...
Oct 5, 2009
5
i am a shopping cart cowboy
wrangling herds of trolleys
from corral to bay
rounding up all stragglers
with squinted eyes and lowered brow
in the blazing summer sun
i guide long chains up the gentle slope
slowly re-organizing the bay to get a few more seconds of A/C
bundled up in blizzards of snow
the string of carriages drops to 5 or less
as the tiny tractionless wheels
more slide than roll in the inches of slush
a mostly solitary job in the asphalt jungle
occasionally making a run through the front end
to relocate pesky hand baskets back to their doorway home
or helping the overwhelmed load up their cars
my job is not finished until the last shopper is home
and come morn' all my work will be undone
but no matter the conditions i must carry on
because everybody needs groceries
wrangling herds of trolleys
from corral to bay
rounding up all stragglers
with squinted eyes and lowered brow
in the blazing summer sun
i guide long chains up the gentle slope
slowly re-organizing the bay to get a few more seconds of A/C
bundled up in blizzards of snow
the string of carriages drops to 5 or less
as the tiny tractionless wheels
more slide than roll in the inches of slush
a mostly solitary job in the asphalt jungle
occasionally making a run through the front end
to relocate pesky hand baskets back to their doorway home
or helping the overwhelmed load up their cars
my job is not finished until the last shopper is home
and come morn' all my work will be undone
but no matter the conditions i must carry on
because everybody needs groceries
Oct 4, 2009
4
haiku are so weak
but i have nothing left now
to give to this poem
fall's sun has left me
energy has gone as well
5 will be better
but i have nothing left now
to give to this poem
fall's sun has left me
energy has gone as well
5 will be better
3
aching muscles
and sore bones
from chasing balls
and fixing homes
i fear if i stop
to catch my breathe
i will be caught by
my old friend death
and sore bones
from chasing balls
and fixing homes
i fear if i stop
to catch my breathe
i will be caught by
my old friend death
2
"old friends"
become
"old" friends
more lines
more pounds
same smiles
after 5 minutes
all is as it was
and we are young again
become
"old" friends
more lines
more pounds
same smiles
after 5 minutes
all is as it was
and we are young again
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