Thinking Of...
Sep 2, 2010 at 06:24AM You
I awakened thinking of you
and the other two.
And the three or four more
I dared adore...
I awakened, thinking of you.
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Poetry,
dear diary
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Sep 2, 2010 at 06:24AM You
I awakened thinking of you
and the other two.
And the three or four more
I dared adore...
I awakened, thinking of you.
Poetry,
dear diary
Sep 1, 2010 at 06:49PM Cut Rate Therapy
Cut rate therapy's really great.
You get to sit, you get to wait.
And come your time, don't hesitate,
your shrink took the day off.
Poetry,
dear diary
Aug 29, 2010 at 08:25PM Professor Bird
Rooster went to night school--
said, "I'm tired of this life.
I want a job, a great career.
I want a trophy wife."
But the hens all clucked,
"You dumb old bird
always crowing up a fuss,
you should be here on the roost
just like the rest of us."
Poetry
Aug 29, 2010 at 03:59PM
Poetry,
dear diary
Aug 26, 2010 at 07:04PM
dear diary
Aug 23, 2010 at 07:56PM An Old Man's Motorcycle
He never rides it,
least not very far.
Mostly he eyes it
from near and afar.
He gets out his wrenches, says,
"Be fixed in a jiffy."
But it helps keep him sane,
helps keep him busy.
Poetry,
dear diary
Aug 23, 2010 at 12:27PM
Aug 22, 2010 at 05:41PM Accused
Accused, it seems, of having dreams
with little... or no way out.
Accused of taking everything
when all I have is doubt.
Accused, I guess it is the best
that most will never know
accused can be most anything
when the answer's always, no.
Poetry,
dear diary
Aug 18, 2010 at 07:52PM Two Wheel Time
I'm not so sure that therapy
is really what I need.
It seems that I could rent a friend--
your results aren't guaranteed.
Sometimes I think I'm wasting time--
perhaps your's, perhaps mine,
when all I need to get my kicks
is just more two wheel time.
Poetry,
dear diary