Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Nothing Comes To My Mind Right Now
News come in waves and when the wave peaks it's hard to surf along. Then other days nothing seems to excite my inner muse. Today is one of those days, probably because it's so lovely outside. So you are going to get some old bad poetry I found while cleaning the garage. Cleaning the garage! Miracles happen.
Here is one on mosquitoes:
Listen to the never-ending whine.
The darkness sleeps. You cannot.
You can hear her dance. It is hot.
When the dance is over she will dine.
You'll be her meal, laid out on bed.
Unless you rise and find her first
And squash her and her bloody thirst
She will turn your pillows red.
And here is one with a feminist theme:
A newborn clings to mother's hair
would never let her go
would always have her warm and near
would never want to know
That there is no eternity
with a warm sunny lap
No. There is no eternity
She'll be suffering for that
No newborn wants to grow up
and grow up into toil
and grow old and tired
and turn into soil
For that he will rage
and make his mother hurt
and hate her, for she cannot stop
his turning into dirt
There is no eternity
with a warm female lap
No. There is no eternity -
she'll be penalized for that
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