I promise there is more to my life, but I'll save deep and interesting thoughts for a later time.
#4.
One unfortunate day
I was cut off while driving on the free way
And became hopelessly consumed with roadrage.
Like a frenzied werewolf,
I was confined in a cage of my own making.
A cage of self imposed conventions,
A cage of unbreakable promises, that I had fashioned
In the morning of my life
To contain the monster
That would assuredly arise within
When the full moon of my ego
Rose in the midnight sky of my anger.
It was while attempting to break
out of this metaphorical cage,
That I shattered every bone in my body.
#5.
One unfortunate day,
I fell from the 8th floor of a building.
I was happy to find out that this was only a dream.
Yet I was unhappy to wake up on a concrete sidewalk
Having fallen off the top of a bunk bed
And out the window of the 8 th floor of my apartment building,
Shattering every bone in my body.
I would venture to say that Mermaids do indeed have butts. They are, however, single-cheeked. I'd also like to point out that in my view the mermaid butt would look like the traditional human female posterior in a skirt or dress and that the actual functional part of said posterior would be mostly invisible (similar to a fish, naturally because the bottom half of a mermaid is fish-like). On a side note, if I were to guess I would say that a fish, or mermaid in this case, would only be capable of SBDs.
P.S. I like mermaids.
Posted by: kelmat at January 10, 2005 10:33 AMPoetry is so fun cause you can do whatever you want and making sense is not a requirement. I love that and the fun you are no doubt having with writing for us all to enjoy, or cringe at, or however we feel about shattering every bone in our bodies. I'd love to see a live performance!
Posted by: otherBahiyyih at January 7, 2005 08:58 AMSo after we left Borders in Wilmette, I went over to Greg Schweitz's house where I proceeded to read to Greg and Sarah from your BLOG (I don't like the word weblog, sorry). They were CRACKING up! It was great. Then Greg went on to react this scene you'd once acted out at some youth meeting. Then I sang them the "Hello Bob/Bill" song. I think someone in the room may have peeped their pants.
Posted by: Jessica at January 6, 2005 12:52 PMAre we sure this is Nate? Or is it really Edgar Allen Poe back from the dead? Just kidding -- I love dark, twisted humor. Great to know you have a blog!
Posted by: Amy Eades at January 6, 2005 12:14 AM