Friday, December 2, 2011

Dinner for One

It would be so much easier to just make my own lunch.
A source less sadness prevents it.
So strong a force, it puts me on display for the world.

At my table for one, I conjure many stories for the other diners.
I am waiting for someone.
I am on a layover.
I am on lunch from work.

I am as lonely as I am lazy.

When I get home, I'll clean the kitchen.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Ode on a Moustache

My hubby shaved his beard away
late on one October day,
Preparing to become a member
Of those who call next month Movember.


It’s not so hard for him to grow
his facial hair can be shaved so
it forms a rather daring fashion
to go with biker style moustachin’.


People donate money just to find
Whose lips will look the oddest lined.
The cash goes to the fund the science
That will end a cancer cell alliance.


So thanks to all who grew a ‘stache
You raised awareness and some cash.
Prostate care will save the lives
Of families’ most beloved guys.

Friday, November 18, 2011

No Time

Rushing forward into the day, time compresses.
Approaching the maximum speed of my own life,
I feel the Dopler effect crushing against me.
Against this force, I can only reach backward,
Collecting what I can as this life speeds me away.

Monday, November 14, 2011

My Punishment



Okay Julie,

I finished my punishment poem. The format smacks way too much of the stuff I used to write when I was a kid (ie the unicorn poem), but I am more concerned that you set the poem to be about you. Though it could hint at a small vein of megalmania, because of my natural affinity for you I can't help but reinforce it. ;)




A Shade of Brown

A septic sense I get from thee,
gazing in thine eyes of hickory.

Though years have woven lives entwined,
the wisdom gained does not divine

what spark doth set a love to live,
a life that only seems to give.

What gift could set my spirit free?
Just this wife who married me.

1988

One day

in physics class

I pulled a string off the edge of my pencil case.

I dropped it

from a height of about six inches

and traced the pattern it made on my notepaper

before picking it up

and doing it again.

When the class was finished

what I had drawn

looked distressingly

like pubic hair.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Epic Flinch

Well,

After setting all of this up, I managed to miss the first deadline. Of course I won't offer excuses like "I had to work on report cards and Julie didn't" or "Julie was away for 3 days and I had to take care of the kids".

Nope. I don't roll like that.

Julie has decided I have to write a poem about her that is at least 4 rhyming couplets long.

Like all pressing homework, I'll do it tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Haiku on the lasting effects of the flood

It is November.

In my bed, I listen yet

for mosquito buzz.