Sunday, April 24, 2011

Short Poems

I read these at Prospero's Pit tonight, thanks for hosting, gentlemen!

What I have
is mostly
a collection of trinkets

to remind me
of what I don't have

namely you

kissing you
is like drinking honey
from a bumblebee's ass

Fat full moon
hangs low in the sky
like my heart in my body
like my head in my lap

Your platitudes are plentiful
as ketchup and mustard
and Mcdonalds

a new one, shortest yet:

like is a letter long for lie

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