Fell In Love With a Belt Sander
What I learned this time around
Is that I like the feel and sound
Of a belt sander.
My wood plane and chisels on the ground
Didn’t understand her
They looked up but saw dust flying above,
Termite manna from God,
that must have looked odd,
With my smitten face in wooden clouds of love.
The Halloween Social Contract
Don’t stare with your eyes all a glaze,
As if it’s somehow my fault
When you don’t say the simple phrase,
And your race comes to a halt.
On my front porch, if you don’t engage in
The Halloween social contract,
Don’t try to convince me we live in an age when
The candy’s simply sacked
Without the secret code that tells me to release
Sweet sugary droplets into your bag.
My stash of candy depletes so yours can increase
So your pillowcase fills and starts to drag,
But only when the words are spoken
Will I give you a sugary token.
If you hold out a bag and our eyes simply meet,
That’s not the same as saying “trick or treat”.
Careful What You Wish For
I’m going to have a great day today,
Even if it kills me.
On second thought, that depends on the way
My Lord and Savior wills me.
Still Life
If a picture speaks a thousand words,
How does a painting get through a conversation?
There must be hundreds of things I haven’t heard
Staring at this representation
Of an apple and a pair.
The complexity of the gradient on the sphere,
The shadows and light draw me near
To what it is that I can’t hear,
And so I simply stare.
Perhaps if I cock my head just like so
Then the words would start to flow
And maybe my mind could retain
The words the painting speaks in vain.
Hmmm? … Nothing
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The Painting above was done by Carrie Mitchell. If you have money to buy some nice art, go to her site and buy some art. If you don’t have money to buy nice art, go to her site and flip through all the paintngs she’s posted up there.
There I fixed it: remote control
Saw a remote on “There I fixed it”
Went to buy one, then I nixed it
‘Cause this item’s not for sale
The costs were way too high to mail.
This poem references a pictre. Click here to see it.
Facebook Changed Again
It looks like Facebook’s changed again
They went and rearranged it when
They could have left it as it was
Instead of changing just because.
It doesn’t really matter if it’s good
We all know it’s understood
That soon enough they’ll change again
And we’ll just have to wait till then.
Flip the Pillow
As sure as feathers find their billowing inside a pillow case.
I have to flip the pillow, find a freshness on my face.
When a surface underneath my head is growing all too warm,
I cannot simply sleep there without waking to transform
The temperature I rest on into something much more cool.
Turning over both the temperature and tiny bits of drool,
I gladly stick my face inside the cooler feathers found.
A new coolness on my cheek allows my slumber to be sound.
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The Phantom Stair
At the top of every stair case
Is a step that I don’t see
And sometimes I don’t change my pace
But climb on blissfully
To a phantom stair that isn’t there.
I’m unsuspended in the air.
My foot falls down to find it’s pair
Passing through the phantom stair.
And where the staircase meets the ground
A second phantom stair is found.
I stumble as these ghosts abound,
On all the stairs I find around.
Going out to dinner have you do the dishes
There’s something satisfying in a home cooked meal.
Although that is my preference, a restaurant has appeal
As they bring me out my dinner and grant my every wish
And when I’m finished eating, I don’t clean a single dish.
Fumes from a Diaper Pail
I know the smell of diapers can build up in a room,
At the transfer point from diaper pale into a trashy tomb.
Soon contained in our garage until one once again exhumes
The smell of children’s waste by unlidding fragrant fumes.
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