Alright – here we go.
I’ve got one day and too many poems to write. Here are a few, and I’ll post a few more tomorrow.
I’m working with a calm heart and hot hands.
I’ve got undressing on my mind.
I’ve got skin to ruin.
I’m collecting my thoughts sequentially.
I’m breathing, breathing.
I’ve settled my actions.
I’ve unleashed my mind.
Putting a rhyme in the middle of a sentence
Throws off the time and the beat of the poem
Stuck hitting lines that create expectations
How the brain pines for that matching set of sounds
Sensing a path in the rhythm and the cadence
Facing the wrath of an uncompleted couplet
Perhaps without knowing you’ve already discovered
You’re already flowing making breaks of your own
On the banks of the Tsurumi
Fuji fading into shadow
I’ll let you listen to me
Dream about tomorrow
High End Shopping
I don’t give off the proper scent
To walk into Yves Saint Laurent.
For Prada I got nadda.
And Gucci, Burberry and Fendi
Cannot bear to look at me.
I have no accord with Tom Ford.
Looked me over and said “No.”
I was at a loss with Boss.
Try Dolce? Or Gabbana?
With my debit I don’t wanna.
My swan sang for Vera Wang.
My hips lament how far they’ve gone
When they see Louis Vuitton.
I won’t give more to Dior.
Dooney liked me, but Burke
Was such a fiscal jerk!
I cannot pay for Hermès.
Where else could I possibly go,
Since you won’t have me, Valentino?
Jimmy Choo, the same to you.
I don’t get why shopping’s a chore
I can’t even enter most of the stores!
At least you’ll never turn on me.
Thank you, Coldstone Creamery.
I started this one singing it like Garrison Keillor does – I can hear the band and his breathy voice making all those goofy rhymes.
Man, I haven’t had Coldstone Creamery in ages….