Good Soup
Good Soup
Soup is good
This soup is exquisite
Hmm?
This is a smoothie?
Well...
Maybe to you
Crying
Blood begins to rush into my face
My lip begins to quiver
My eyes begin to sting
My face tightens
A small gasp of air escapes
Then release
The Dance of Steel and Plastic
Plastic and Steel sit in silence
The dance begins
Plastic approaches
Plastic strikes Steel
Sound erupts
Steel reverberates in Wood
Skin shapes Steel's sound
Music is born
The Bear and The Chair
I don't think it's quite optimal
Or even quite possible
To get a bear
To sit in a chair
If you tried for too long
You might have a song
'Cuz you'd end up dying
If you'd kept on trying
To get the bear
To sit in the chair
Jim and His Trumpet
Jim so loved to play music
He played many tunes on his horn
Then one day he got too sick
And couldn't play anymore
He asked the doctor why, oh, why
He couldn't toot on his brass
The doctor replied my, oh, my
You really are quite the ass
You can not toot on your trumpet
Now listen close my son
Because of a rancid crumpet
Your tooting days are done
But Jim went and tooted just the same
He didn't do what the doctor said
He suddenly felt an odd dull pain
So then exploded his rotten head
Sockless Crook
I don't much like wearing socks
They interfere when I walks
When my toes are free
I can be me
I don't care bout steppin on rocks
People give me dirty looks
They glare and call me a crooks
I really don't get
Why they all fret
Perhaps cuz their wallet I tooks
George
Black fluff moves through grass
No prey to stalk, just hiding
I can see him still
School
Walking through the halls
Music playing in my ears
I hope I'm not scary
Journey to school
Step outside my door
Valley shrouded in thick fog
Time to go to school
Goat observation
Observing a goat
Why are their eyes rectangles
They sure are creepy
The woods
Return to the woods
Sticks and branches block my path
But I belong here
Steely Dan
Listening to Dan
Gaucho is the best album
Babylon sisters
They are my Dad's favorite too
He likes Aja more than me
Boredom
Sitting in my class
I want to go home right now
But it's not my choice
Waiting for the bell to ring
At least I have my tunes on
Troubles of a poet
I am not so good
At this whole haiku poem thing
Oh wait it is not
It turns out its a tanka
They are still quite hard to write
Questions for bees
Bees are kind of weird
They're all part of a hive mind
Why don't they escape
Will they be fined if they leave
Will they have to go to court
Criticism of poets
Frogs jumping in ponds
This is what poets wrote of?
Poets are all hacks
Frogs are not that interesting
Why not write about dragons