Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sunshine Honeybuns: Amateur Poetry in an Artifact-ridden Subterranean
edit: I wrote
this before you woke up!
In the frigid, hermetic basement I wait.
My appetite demanding be sate.
"You promised me brunch!" I will say,
"and last night you left me here to fray."
I'm a little anxious, not too much
Noises in the kitchen! Silence is my crutch.
In Japan I would write a Haiku.
But I won't because you're a poo! (fah-say)
GAH the hours escape
yet still I see not plate.
this is momentary diversion,
lead it not to infelicitous confusion!
less than three,
i adore thee.
more so if I were fed.