Tuesday, September 9, 2014

what i will tell my children when i am old: a poem

when i am old
i will tell my children tragic beanstalk tales
of great giants
killed by evil men

i will tell them
the earth is made of cheese
the moon is made of dirt
and that's why no one goes there anymore

i will tell them
up is down
and black is white
because it is

Sunday, August 24, 2014

fair: a poem

make lemons into lemonade
make an apple into an orange

god is fair, and life is fair
your tongue won't rot off
'til you can grow a new one

Saturday, August 23, 2014

short bio: a poem

short bio?
asker of difficult questions
not intellectually satisfied with the
paltry fruits of so-called american culture

they say life is miserable
but not for me

i drive a green car
and i'm in law school
i'm married, for some reason,
and i accidentally had children
some day, i'm going to eat my hands

Sunday, May 4, 2014

i am a website: a poem

i am a website
people visit me
my craggèd face shines through the fog
will i be forgotten?
i am a website

i am a website
long have i roamed this land
coupons are what i dispense
life is not a mystery
i am a website

i am a website
be thou as swift as hermes?
goldilocks lied to us
all speech is nonsense
i am a website

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

family: a poem

do you know where your family is?
grandpa's in the nursing home,
playing platelet bingo.
grandma's i don't know where.
nobody knows where.
nobody goes there.

so you guess, you say,
on the whole, no.