Thursday, November 16, 2006

I didn't Pass Penmanship






Sad Limerick #2


A Tap dancing noise form inside
It seemed her hard drive had died.
"I hope you saved often,
Or else it's a coffin!"
"All the time!" she tearfully lied.

You Only Think of It drunk


She spoke your name between your thighs
her voice: a pungent cocktail.
Between her breasts all those julys.
She screamed your name with crossed tight thighs
the breakup over voicemail.
you remember her name, her thighs,
her voice, while gulping a pungent cocktail.

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Mr. Keeneng

{Handbook of Poetic Forms pg 95 :
Is a serious limerick possible? How can one take that familiar da da ta, da da ta, da ta rhythm and mute it sufficiently that the words of a poem create a somber response? How about a serious limerick on the subject of death? here's my first attempt!}


Danny puts on his coat the same way
and still bikes to work every day
right past the spot
where his wife was shot
no more does he say the word 'Faye'


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