Teen Dance Movie.

I could dance like that, If I was a teen dynamo. Why didn't anybody ever invest, In me like that? I hate my parents. And all teachers.

I could dance like that, If I was a teen dynamo. Why didn't anybody ever invest, In me like that? I hate my parents. And all teachers.

January 25th, 2010 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Cold Shower.

Short-tempered, ill-humored, fell best, Son of a bitch, water heater, I curse thee! Curse thee!

Short-tempered, ill-humored, fell best, Son of a bitch, water heater, I curse thee! Curse thee!

December 6th, 2009 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Thanks Giving.

Feed me! Feed me more! Feed me now! Feed me again! And then dessert.

Feed me! Feed me more! Feed me now! Feed me again! And then dessert.

Thanksgiving.

November 24th, 2009 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Morning.

I got up to let the dog out, And to pee, Me go back to sleep now, Ughn, Invent fire later, Wheel sucks.

I got up to let the dog out, And to pee, Me go back to sleep now, Ughn, Invent fire later, Wheel sucks.

November 11th, 2009 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Game Plan.

Hole up in your place. Don\'t leave. Help will come soon. Don\'t run. Take cover. Arm yourself. Have an excellent escape plan.

September 14th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Coffee.

It\'s the the caffeine addiction. It\'s the morning ritual, the little cafe. The shared metaphor for rising, And joing with the day. Prepare my arm for the injection, Drip the coffee right in there. Slap it til it shows up. Hit is harder. Use a tourniquet! You sissy! I want something warm and soothing. I need a second shot.

August 14th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments