A few poems from a trip home a few years ago for Thanksgiving |
It must be done while everyone sleeps In the lost hours of the night When even the moon's eye has been shut And the dog's tell tale tail lies still You must open the door swiftly Inching stealth always creaks But if you move with a surety of purpose None will be the wiser It must be done while everyone sleeps Drugged into dreamless stupor You must catch them Before they wake from the spell Cast this night each year For just this reason It must be done while everyone sleeps Your hunger for flesh must be saited now or not at all for when they wake they will snatch your prize with greedy gobbling fingers and there will be no more til next year when you will try again while everyone sleeps Cold Turkey Monochrome monotony Too black Too white ...too black and white Too grae, which is really just light black Too black, still Too brown, which is black subjected to accidental bleach (Thanks mom) Too black, again Almost not too black No, you were really better off with the first dear Too dark What? I was getting tired of saying black ... Ok, ya know what? Just forget it I'll wear the black one What? |