Not sure why but sometimes these (very technical poems) can be very easy to write.
Sorry if this has a ton of mistakes… the guy that I used to run these by is still very deceased and irreplaceable.
Another day, another sestina
It needn’t end in peers
My daughter said that one of her friends at school was upset – telling her that he’d just been kicked out of his band.
I told her to tell him to form a NEW band called “FU to my old band” and then write a song called “I hope you all die in a bus accident!”
Fortunately she didn’t listen beyond telling him to form a new band!
Insipid Statement
… no class… I know – I never said I had any.
Rehash 6: The Lido Shuffle
Here’s one from the vault and one for the road.
Reconciliation too from 2 to three dimensions
Written, Erased! and then Wre-Written
The Voice in the Squeaky Bed-Frame
… the time-stamp is really freaking me out.
I’m not going to edit this at all so that the number can stay true.
Rats and Roaches!
More Mist for the Grill
Hint – if you’re not sure it’s a spoonerism!
There once was a man in Hong Kong
There once was a man in Hong Kong
Who lived his whole life like a song
When his chorus was finished
His voicing diminished
….Danicoke usually wrote the last lines
For the past few weeks “Danicoke” has been leaving short poems in the guestbooks of the local “Queequeg’s Coffee” branches …
It isn’t getting better
I still feel the same
It hasn’t made things easier
Without someone to blame.
A New Diet!
I’ve been trying a new diet for the last 10-12 days. No food until 6pm. Before that, any time I feel hungry I have a shot of espresso, a small glass of orange juice and then 500ml of water.
So far I haven’t lost any weight. (Why is that?)
As an example: last night just before I was ready to SNAP and start kicking people I had a double whopper, 4 chicken drumsticks, 4 zucchini fritters, 2 large pita breads and 4 tablespoons of hummus.
“Maybe I’ve forgotten the name and the address of everyone I’ve ever known”
Chat messages: why do I always send messages that I end up regretting? It probably has to do with why I also SAY a lot of things that I regret… and why I DO things that I regret. (Hint: it’s not the ‘it’ it’s the “I”!)
Last month I lost my friend. I still can’t accurately express how terrible this has made me feel…. Instinctively I downloaded all of our chat history from Facebook (as in @FatalisticYoga !) There were in the tens of thousands of messages between us. I then went through and re-read them, harvesting out some of our limericks and poems.
There were a lot of things in those messages that I regretted; things I should have kept to myself instead of just pushing all my chips out onto the table and causing pointless aggravation. Things I SHOULD HAVE said were also painfully obvious; so many junctures where I should have expressed my concern for his health or admiration for his writing.
And more importantly, and regrettably, there was not one single juncture where I ever expressed how much I valued our 40 year friendship. At the time I probably didn’t see it… now I see it.
To The Spanner Born 