After Church
I go to church and get filled up with tons of graces
But I’m left with empty spaces.
There’s a hole inside. There’s room for one more thing
That only a post-church donut can bring.
Month: January 2010
Notified of Comments
Notified of Comments
I’m reading the note-I-wrote’s retaliation
Through an email notification
Telling me that people I don’t know
Are having a go
At my comment once forgotten.
I typed my thoughts and now I’m caught in
An endless cycle of two “friends”
Whose disputing never ends.
Your Company Doesn’t Exist
Your Company Doesn’t Exist
Our fingers walked through yellow pages
Instead of across a keyboard.
Dancing ‘cross clicking lettered stages,
Were typing keywords toward
A page of search results to find a link
Since our minds lead us to think
That, unless there’s some page we’ve missed,
Your company cannot possibly exist.
BonjourPoetry 