Posted in Bad Poetry, Cats on Nov 16th, 2007
sometimes i wish i was a cat
so i could just lay around, eat and get fat
and everyone would think i was cute
and indulge my single-minded pursuit
of things that interest only me
and wonder at my ability to see
aliens, and angels and wandering sprites
as i wander around the house most nights
sometimes i wish i was a cat
so […]
Posted in Bad Poetry on Jul 12th, 2007
i think,
among other things,
it is my inability to take life seriously
that causes the majority of my problems
at least,
that’s what a teacher said
many years ago
and sometimes when things are desperate,
and yet all i see is
the pattern of sunlight on the wall,
i think maybe they were right
Posted in Bad Poetry on May 1st, 2007
the green man
sits on his verdant throne
and waits for me to speak
and I am unable to utter a word
I can only breathe
but I can’t stop smiling
as I put down roots
and seek the water
that flows deep
far below my feet
Posted in Bad Poetry on Jan 13th, 2007
many words line up and strut across the pages
wearing designer jeans and yakking into cellphones
incessantly
they have nothing much to say
Posted in Bad Poetry on Sep 29th, 2005
She walked the halls of the palace,
feet bare on the tiled floor,
breathing the scent of cedar and the spiced oil of the lamps
She trailed her hands,
the air softly moving from her fingertips
to stir the hangings along the walls,
and the gauze that draped the windows
Her smile belied her solemn stride,
gliding in the cool air,
the moonlight streaked […]
