Saturday, June 30, 2007

2 Short Poems


Cash, grass or ass

In line at 7-11

Surfer dude,

proudly and with conspiratorial glee announces

“I’m getting margarine! And this time it’s not for rent…”


Head-drop

It all makes sense now

I actually was dropped on my head.

After I sit with this new information for a while,

I ask my mother:

“From how far up?”

She shrugs and reassures me:

“Not far…really, not far.”


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