Tuesday, February 18, 2003

a Poem for Joel ( a joke only a joke do not take offense please)

Sarcasm starts chasms, casually most often,
Cuts combine catharsis for its author and
Inward flowing blood from internal injuries
to its patient.

(once again I love you and appreciate sarcasm really)

Two weird class poems:
Home Sweet Nest

Agoraphobic
Bird, too
much fear to
Take to
the sky. It’s too
small, the sky too
wide.

The Amazonian jungle biome perhaps might,
provided there is minimal deforestation,
provide a more suitable dwelling habitat, a
providing and protective providence in close
proximity foliage. Progress like this has produced a
practical and proven cure. However there is the
proneness to become claustrophobic.

Optometrists See Better.

Got a clue about how to make sense?
Why wither, to where, for what, and whence
Late night happenings boost hip hop earnings
And two year olds’ have been known to sport ear rings.
But not diamonds, sure its crystal clear, or maybe lead
There’s a trend, at least nod your head
In agreeance, or not, it doesn’t really matter
just be out, with miscreants, dousing their grey matter.
Sparks start, bonfires, bubble gum pink, up to the high heaven.
Better there than here. At least up there they like seven,
not eleven mind you, clerks no longer have to watch their back.
No more box-sleepers asking “which is the cheapest on the rack?”
instead someone in pink hands out smiley faces and dumdums
and the man from the box asks, “where can I get my goddam rum!”
He doesn’t need one with a gold label or a pirate.
He does however wear an eye patch though his sight doesn’t require it.
Some kids wear them to school, eye patches I mean
They need them, one of their eyes is not as keen.
That seems to be the way it is with people too.
If only the makers of the smiley faces knew.
They would have put glasses on them,
or at least on some.

a Poem about church:

Light of the World
Red, yellow, blue, orange, form the picture of His head.
Their light, individual panes cut between with lead,
crown the ornately embroidered rags below,
and strives, but cannot reach into the first row.

in other words get up off the damn pews