Power out
autumn night and its clouds
will separate us
with all its might
an old dogs on the driveway
has seen many parting glances
Power out
autumn night and its clouds
will separate us
with all its might
an old dogs on the driveway
has seen many parting glances
I had a rendezvous-
Three lines, six rhymes
Something sublime-
But now I rhyme,
Breaking this head of mine
Since I whiled time
While the poem flew a mile.
A man who lives far from town
Writes problems that make people frown
From them, you’d deduce
That a wee baby moose
Was really just Zeus.
A man drowns in the desert.
Apple of my eye,
Fall down for me,
I know gravity,
Always in bloom
My neighbors garden
Plastic flowers.
I just came up with a great cliff hanger.
Lonely pyromaniac; just wanted a match.
“Wrong number” says a familiar voice.
I had amnesia once, maybe twice.
The court poet
Overthrew the king
A hia-coup
In my cousin’s backyard we dug for buried treasure. We dug till the sunset and till our parents voices called out for us. We lost their voices by digging. We found a rusted bullet from long ago, we found a broken arrow from longer ago. It was too early to stop, who knew what else we could find?
We found campfire set by ancient men, we found tusks and bones. We dug deeper to the terrible feathered monsters, we dug through the time of lizards and found the ocean floor. Further still we went and drowned in the molten earth. We dug and burned till everything turned to dust. We dig through the universe, a knife cutting through god to see what came before.
Passengers, this isn’t your captain speaking.