Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Better than Words
Had a wonderful poem,
Beginning to gel,
A germ of an idea,
Ready to ripen,
So off I dashed,
Heading for paper,
Desperately holding keys words,
Not wanting to drop them,
To lose them,
Forget them,
Bounded up stairs,
To be greeted,
By a bed headed beastie,
Blurry eyed innocent,
Arms out stretched,
For a hug,
Who could resist?
Not I.
And as hug became cuddle,
The words slipped from my grasp,
Moment of regret,
No, not really,
A cuddle from my daughter,
Is worth more,
Beginning to gel,
A germ of an idea,
Ready to ripen,
So off I dashed,
Heading for paper,
Desperately holding keys words,
Not wanting to drop them,
To lose them,
Forget them,
Bounded up stairs,
To be greeted,
By a bed headed beastie,
Blurry eyed innocent,
Arms out stretched,
For a hug,
Who could resist?
Not I.
And as hug became cuddle,
The words slipped from my grasp,
Moment of regret,
No, not really,
A cuddle from my daughter,
Is worth more,
Than all the words ever written.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Joining In
Dance with monkey
A razorblade boogie
Exhausted and bloody
A razorblade boogie
Exhausted and bloody
.
.
.
Remnants of monkey
From razorblade boogie
Raise as zombie
From razorblade boogie
Raise as zombie
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Short
“I like my desk by the window”
“What, so you can ogle the workmen and passers by?”
“What, so you can ogle the workmen and passers by?”
She shrugs…
“So no denial then?”
Bitch.
“So no denial then?”
Bitch.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Morning
At seven AM,
I’m out of the door,
Sometimes later,
But often before.
A ten minute stroll,
Less than a mile,
Strangers I pass,
With a nod and a smile.
Few return ‘em,
And most just look glum,
I’m jolly and brisk,
They’re still sleep numb.
It’s a small bonus,
Of working nights,
To go home at dawning,
And see morning sights.
I’m out of the door,
Sometimes later,
But often before.
A ten minute stroll,
Less than a mile,
Strangers I pass,
With a nod and a smile.
Few return ‘em,
And most just look glum,
I’m jolly and brisk,
They’re still sleep numb.
It’s a small bonus,
Of working nights,
To go home at dawning,
And see morning sights.
8's
Black, black, glossy black,
Open ended envelope,
With golden script and symbol.
Still heavenly scented,
With minty dark chocolate,
Devoured long ago.
Open ended envelope,
With golden script and symbol.
Still heavenly scented,
With minty dark chocolate,
Devoured long ago.
