Bone Dry
outlandish
great goodness me
my canteen’s dry
and my throat is sore
in the bone dry desert
there is no relief
Bone Dry
outlandish
great goodness me
my canteen’s dry
and my throat is sore
in the bone dry desert
there is no relief
I’m Batman
when I grow up
I want to be batman
wouldn’t it be nice
to help people everyday
to be filthy rich
and play with wonderful toys
Bad
storm clouds mean
bad times are coming
and will not soon be ending
Daylight
when the daylight comes
and the birds chatter
we all get ready
for what may be our
last day, best day, or
just another day
Make Over
Sorry Adam,
That’s the best that I could do.
I call her Eve.
I know you wanted more,
but really give it a try and see how you like her.
Maybe she just needs a make over.
Three Feet Away
just three feet away
I am always behind you
watching your back
Walkin
walkin’ round the city streets
sayin’ hi to whomever I meet
ridin’ the subway
to the end of the line
not goin’ anywhere
just passin’ the time
the city’s life
makin’ me alive
I started writin’ in one
and am now in another
keep goin’, ’til there’s no stops
and no more paths to follow
Long
she took off her shoes
lotioned up her feet
and settled in for a long long flight.
Love Poem
I don’t read love poems
anymore, they make me sad
someday I’ll write one
More Better
the tall boys don’t dance tonight
long legs like clumsy spiders
Miss Ringwald is more better
than Alyssa Milano
until the grown up versions
where Milano pulls ahead
pretty girls fall for tall boys
and tall boys fall hard for them