Monday, May 4, 2009

One boy four poems

Zombie Game
Gummy worms piling on the dinner plate
fresh glass of beer bubbling with sounds of pops
pieces of beards falling down to the ground
glass tables viewed from around the corner
four people playing a zombie game
wanna join?

Track 12
Rubbing necks in the dark
Upset stomach ruining the moment
Jon is finally listening
To the sounds of Simon and Garfunkel
When track 12 is over, so is the romance

Yelling at passing motorists
Walk in the cross walk
Wanna get hit by two yelling motorists
Keep on walking
Because one day I'll be the pedestrian
getting hit by you

Bathrooms Open
Tapping my fingers slowly on a notebook
I think I'm almost done
Done waiting for an opening
talking to fellow bed wetters
loud thump
bathrooms open

1 comment:

  1. I like this short form you're using--it seems well suited to your sensibility, allowing you to use both humor and pathos. Sometimes the constant participial present tense gets a little wearing--you might try experimenting with different verb forms.