So I went hiking and walked twelve miles.
Because I like hiking.
I came home and drank some tea while I iced my knee on the couch.
Because it was swollen and aching.
The Sun warmed my face through the blinds and I fell asleep.
Because it was just so comforting.
Later, I steamed myself, sitting criss-cross under the shower.
Because it is a wonderful feeling.
And at that moment I felt lonesome, craving some company.
I wondered if Hermits ever felt lonely.
Maybe in their seclusion they discover God's love
But if God had meant us to live like Hermits
Nothing would ever get done.
Wouldn't it be nice, I think, to have someone close by.
Someone to whom I could say "Hey! Did you see that bird? Did you see it fly?"
Wouldn't it be nice to have someone step out of my shower,
Wrapped in a towel, affectionate eyes, warm and wet and smelling of my shower gel.
Wouldn't it be nice if she walked up to me and gave my hand a squeeze.
"Hey." She would smile "I'm famished. Do you fancy a bit of cheese?"
February 25th, 2012
Atlanta
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Day of the Heart
Tales of Yore
Are filled with Gore
Like Blackbirds in a Pie
Waiting to Die
And be Eaten.
Tales of Love
Tales of Magic
Star Crossed Lovers
It's all quite Tragic.
So what shall we do
To not feel Blue
On this the day of the Heart?
Drink a Toast!
Drink some Wine!
Cheer "Happy Bloody Valentine!"
February 14th, 2012
Atlanta
Are filled with Gore
Like Blackbirds in a Pie
Waiting to Die
And be Eaten.
Tales of Love
Tales of Magic
Star Crossed Lovers
It's all quite Tragic.
So what shall we do
To not feel Blue
On this the day of the Heart?
Drink a Toast!
Drink some Wine!
Cheer "Happy Bloody Valentine!"
February 14th, 2012
Atlanta
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Breakfast in Bed
Now I wake me from my Sleeps
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.
February 12th, 2012
Atlanta
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.
February 12th, 2012
Atlanta
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Lyrical Wax
I could Wax Lyrical about
How much I Miss You.
I could compare thee to
The Sun's Warm Ray
In the Month of May,
Or something like that.
I could compare thee to
A fresh Spring Breeze
Moving through the Trees
Or some other Natural Force.
But I'm all out of Lyrical Wax.
So I'll Keep It Simple and True
There is a Gap in my Life
And it's Shaped like You.
February 2nd, 2012
Atlanta
http://audioboo.fm/boos/665018-bad-poetry-lyrical-wax
How much I Miss You.
I could compare thee to
The Sun's Warm Ray
In the Month of May,
Or something like that.
I could compare thee to
A fresh Spring Breeze
Moving through the Trees
Or some other Natural Force.
But I'm all out of Lyrical Wax.
So I'll Keep It Simple and True
There is a Gap in my Life
And it's Shaped like You.
February 2nd, 2012
Atlanta
http://audioboo.fm/boos/665018-bad-poetry-lyrical-wax