1.25.2009

Couplet by Louis 'Moondog' Hardin

You like? you like the thoughts? you like the thoughts i think? you do?

They're naught to me compared to just one fleeting thought of you.

1.22.2009

Shave

Four days growth 
Means 
Another four days of disappointment 
How dare I look 
Myself in the eye 
Or even the chin 

Next time I see you 
I will have done more 
Than grow stubble, 
I lie

Life Swap

If Conan was the Keating 
And Ronan was the Barbarian 
Thulsa woulda dodged a beating 
Westlife coulda been Rastafarian

1.14.2009

Laps

I want to lap you up
Like a cat slurps milk

Scrap that
Like a dog gulps water

Froth of joy
Overcoming lack of technique
I’ll wag my tail when I’m finished;
You’ll pat me on the head

 

Dribble

I had a desperate urge To rebel. 
I walked into the centre 
Of the town I live in. 
I stood, not in anyone’s way, 
And held my mouth slightly open. 

I dribbled down my chin. 

I resisted the natural urge to lick 
And the spit eventually traveled groundwards. 
In just fourteen minutes 
I had dribble coating my chin.


It made people angry! 

Good. I was satisfied. 
I try not to think too much about why.