And he said if he had a boat
He’d go out on the ocean
And he said if he had a pony
He’d ride him on his boat
And I see a boat
It is going on on the ocean
But I don’t see a pony all together
Because riding a pony on a boat
Is silly.
Tag: Poem
solar
I very much wish that I knew Whatever it is that you go do Wherever it is that you get to When the sky ceases its deep blue Replaced with an orange-purple hue.
december 1999
The sun settles behind the mountains as we wind around another bend of the valley road. The SUV's dash flashes in dim neon as it illuminates its controls. Music is on high as my two best friends are caught amidst the throes of laughter stemming from their cacophonous attempt at singing together. We have been driving for almost fourteen hours and are mere minutes from our destination: Vail. Our final home of a millennium as the greased dial grinds to "20" Where better to be when Y2K hails? I am in the front passenger seat. I am looking out its window into nothingness. I am crying.
[LBP] Bristol Wants The Food
Today, I’m going to start a series called “Lunch Break Poems,” or “LPB.” I was going to call them “One Hour Poems,” but–alas–I don’t always take an hour for my lunch break. But I do eat! So, Lunch Break Poems.
And really, many of my “attempts” at “poetry” are things written during a break of some sort, or even in my head during a few moments of silence. Therefore, this isn’t really the first lunch break I’ve constructed a poem, or “ditty” as I’m apt to call them, but it is the first “Lunch Break Poem,” because, you know, I never titled them as such until now. Obviously.
Today’s inaugural LPB poem is, “Bristol Wants The Food,” because, well, my dog Bristol wants the food. All. The. Time. It’s written to the tune of Whitey on the Moon, by Justin Hurwitz and Leon Bridges:
It’s Six-Thirty AM
And Bristol wants the food
I go use the bathroom
And Bristol wants the food
I put on some warm clothes
And Bristol wants the food
I take her for a walk
And Bristol wants the food
I take her back inside
And Bristol wants the food
I watch her whirl around
And Bristol wants the food
I fill a cup of food
And Bristol wants the food
I pour it in her bowl
And Bristol wants the food
I hear her scarf it down
Now Bristol wants the treat.
tuesday
So if Monday
Is the first work day
And Wednesday
Is known as Hump Day
And if Thursday
Is Junior Friday
And then Friday
Is all like, Friyay
What is Tuesday
But just a weekday?
(week)end?
So if Monday portends
When the work week begins
What day, then, is week’s end?
Sunday, Gregorian’s
Calendar does amend,
Is when the week begins,
And Saturday its end.
But…Monday work begins
So, Friday’s end’s pretend?
Have a good “weekend” y’all.
bricks
Late afternoon light Shadows portend evening I will sleep tonight
(s)warming
I always hear you Singing But what if you went Missing Home infringed; concrete Swarming The Earth once cool; now Warming World without you left Longing Please please don't go young Starling
crane
Village’s cold rain
Warmness and dryness obscured
Crane through the branches
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