Airplane.

The airplane is crashing! No, it\'s not. The airplane is crashing! It\'s jsut turbulence. The airplace is crashing! Oh, the wheels are on the ground.

I am off to Northern WI. Smell you later.

August 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe 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

Duck Pond.

Full of popp. Only two ducklings. Darwin would say, \"Get the hell out!\"

August 10th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

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