What better way to start a brand new weblog than with some poetries?
1.
One night I rolled into a dream
so real that when I woke up
I found I was already awake,
so awake
that I was sitting at the table eating breakfast.
Which is how I knew it was a dream.
Because I never eat breakfast.
And if I did, I certainly wouldn’t eat
a deep fried ninja star.
2.
The stars seemed oddly harsh and invisible
for 10:00 AM
and there was no moon to be found,
and rain drops fell like teardrops,
into the noiseless sea,
and that is when I realized
that I was, in fact, a frog.
So I ate a fly and immediately
began humping as many other frogs as I could find.
4.
Hate is a factory that pollutes the river of love.
Love, in addition to being a river, is the city inspector
who shuts that factory down because it is a fire hazard,
and the Opossum that pees on the outer wall of the factory every night, just because it can.
THE UNFORTUNATE DAY POEMS:
#1
One unfortunate day
My arm fell asleep,
And while trying to wake it up
I shattered every bone in my body.
#2
One unfortunate day
I leaned my arm against an oak tree,
Shattering every bone in my body.
#3
One unfortunate day
I died peacefully in my sleep at the age of 92,
Having lived a long and relatively pain free life.
But the coroner was having a bad day, and so he took it out on me,
Shattering every bone in my lifeless body.