of laziness, sloth, and quick jotted blogging, that is.
I've got nothing. It's late, I'm tired, and I want points. So I'm taking a page from other bloggers' books, and posting some old high school/ college poetry. You know what I've deteriorated to with my limericks and haikus. Now you can see where it all started.......
Celebration
I celebrate the dawn,
With all the world in silver gray,
Laid as if in feast, the sky,
In gold and amber, holds the fruits of morning,
Gilded pears and strawberries, sweet as a lover's kiss,
Rose red apples, and on its edge smiles the sun,
Feathered by the rainbow clouds, it reaches,
And like a boy, spills the scarlet wine across the heavens,
Where it fades away to nothing,
I celebrate the morning.
or this,
She walks in coffee, what a sight,
With clutzy hands and careless eyes,
And all that's in her coffee cup,
Falls from her fingers to her thighs,
Thus mellowing her pants to brown,
Until the sticky stain all dries.
How 'bout a haiku?
Sun dappled bedroom,
My wife resting next to me,
Sharing in our warmth.
More to follow, the popcorn you're eating has been pissed in, film at eleven.