Poetry
Posted on Saturday, February 18th, 2006 at 1:17.
For some reason, I felt poetic walking across the parking lot today. A storm was on its way to Boston and the salty warm breeze was taunting me again. These aren’t poems. They are freeform thoughts.
Storm
I need to live where it thunderstorms.
I need to smell the sense of urgency fill my lungs and
dissipate through me.
I need the warning drops to alert my lips.
I need to feel a force opposing me.
I need to know something is more powerful than my thoughts.
Su Doku
I just realized that Su Doku is just organized chaos
placebo zen
and that’s why it frustrates me.
Haikus por mi Arturo
Arthur got jealous of the thunderstorm and su doku, so he made me pinky-promise to write at least a three stanza haiku. Steph pointed out that haiku are only one stanza, so these are three freeform thoughts to be read with a friend beat boxing a 5-7-5 rhythm.
I used to bed late
But my man has no homework
He needs me to sleep
His side of the bed
Changes at his discretion
He’s the best big spoon
I nuzzle my nose
Along his scruff nicely trimmed
Kissing him is bliss
Music: Watch the Sky by Something Corporate
Um. Those last two?
You two are just too sweet for words.