Monday, September 20, 2010

If I could redesign
The streets of Boston
I would paint lane lines
And give all pedestrians helmets.

The city planner
Must have spent too much time
At brewfest
Or else,
Practiced witchcraft.

You might drive down a street
And end in a lake,
Take a wrong turn to Mars,
Or end up in Japan or China,
Riding a colt instead of driving cars.

One could dream all autumn
About straight streets and traffic lights,
But when you see the city from top to bottom
You’ll only see Red Sox and Yankee fights.

The first couple weeks of September

I'm going to be pretty much out of touch for the next week or so while I relocate to Boston. Please enjoy the archives and I'll see you soon.

Limerick Friday #13

There once was a man who once was a child
He grew up in New Zealand and was wild
But then he grew wings
And for work he sings
But he still always fights when he gets riled.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I’m a brewer of vermillion apple cider
You’re a girl obsessed with a river
We’re just kids playing daring games
We’ll trade notes but hide our names.

I will point you toward the galaxy
We will enter a star in the lottery
We will know that we are tiny
We will look at each other and be shiny.

What do you say
This will be our day.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

You are a Sagittarius
And I’m Capricorn
But I care more about astronomy
Than astrology.
We can touch the stars
And create the sound of orchestras.

As we tap them they will fall
Like apples
And dazzle in the outer atmosphere
Before landing on deserted islands.

Then we will sing to the sky together
Harmonizing as we blare our love
From our throats in the hurricane
Of shooting stars around us.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

You wouldn’t be wise
To follow my path.
I barely got out of Troy alive
Because I stole Barbie
And felt her ex’s wrath.

This sort of thing is standard
In my star-studded lifestyle.
I will blaze dungeons down
Before I’m captured,
Laughing all the while.

But if you come with me
They will track us
Like a fox on a ‘coon trail.
We will hide in a hurricane,
Escaping with minor fuss.

Monday, August 30, 2010

The mail you sent me was hot
I put it in an almanac
And look it up a lot.

You’re between Fiona and Katrina
But I forget everyone else
After I’ve seen ya.

In January I get cold
But I flip open to your page
And the view never gets old.

One of these nights
I’m going to take you to Alaska
And show you a temple of lights.

There’ll be an attendance of two
It’ll be my one shot
And I hope I never miss you.