Friday, January 7, 2011

Limerick Friday #26

There once was a raven who came from the shore
He saw a flower bloom and wanted to see more
He was enraged
‘Cuz the flower was engaged
Now he’ll make a documentary about how he’ll settle the score.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Animals rush out of the gates
And are surprised at what awaits.
They get put on my plate.
But if there’s more
They’re sold in the specialty store.
Sometimes a butler will bring you some
On a golden tray, the meat still red and barely numb.
You could read the menu or just take a seat,
Three times-a-day we serve heaping stacks of meat.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I was fishing for a notion for a potion to make a poem.
I added some OJ and mayo then tossed in some sugar for sweetness,
I stirred with fervor and tried my luck with Starbucks.

I lost the specific recipe, but there might’ve been Chinese leftovers involved.
After I ate it I couldn’t see, but eventually my blindness dissolved.

I looked in the bowl for a poem to save me
But I found I had in fact made a baby!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Tuesday, January 4, 2010

Of all the millions of stars,
You were fated to fall for me,
And me: ditto.

Was it you that eclipsed the sun?
It couldn’t have been.
My life is brighter.

When you fell from the sky,
Were you hurt?
I hope not.
You brought my dead heart alive,
Like when the world winds to April.

You’re so sweet
That when I eat an orange
My taste buds only recognize sugar.

I’ve lost command of my senses.

Soon, I will get you Gucci
And buy you a butler,
To hell with the expense and the IRS
To you all I’m saying is Yes Yes Yes.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

You put a fire in my heart
And I couldn’t care less
About my health. Because
When our love started
We began with less than stealth.

You know, the only reason
My sentences are enjambed
Is because, like the rainy season,
My heart floods with adoration.
So please employ a little neutrality
Lest my syntax eclipses my reason
For writing so adorningly.

We could give up all these poetics
And let our mouths perform heroics
We wouldn’t have to be stoic
We would just eat blackberries in the sun.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The census said
Mariners bring in fish for food,
But reading the results you don’t get
The smell that comes with the net.
Though the stench is bad, you can’t sue,
We’re also told the fish is good for you.