I am working on a manuscript of poems, "poemsTogetStonedto", I am using this blog to edit my poems into how they will eventually appear in the book. If anyone would like to leave any comments on my poetry, they can. But most importantly, I think you should get stoned and read these poems!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Modus Operandi

I was a really well behaved child,
walking up to old woman, I'd say
"hello, I'm a really well behaved child"
they would smile "Oh, I bet your mother is proud.
For some reason, when I do this now, noone thinks my mother is proud.

When my wife became a member of the family my cousin said
"to make it official you have to pick an addiction".
Like it had been on her mind already,
my wife quickly responded "Gambling".
I feel a little suspicious about the way she looked at "Me" while saying "Gambling".

I used to work with this kid Geoff who drank his own piss,
he heard you are what you ingest and wanted to be himself.
I'm meeting him Wednesday for coffee,
I heard he now amuses himself by licking the sun.

I was an easily amused child,
doing the dishes was one of my favorite games.
I don't remember what it was about dish washing I liked so much,
but to this day there's something about the green gop
of Palmolive coating my hands that feels like fun.

For fun my wife goes into high priced furniture stores pretnding to be remodeling,
she has the staff show her fabrics and match colors, just to make them work.
It has been said she has managerial skills. I say she needs medication.

I had a dream about a folding chair and a mega-phone.
Sitting in the chair a voice came from behind me asking that eternal question
"If a shipper smashes a glass vase
unloading a crate of them into a housewares store
did that glass vase ever exist?"
I've been napping all weekend trying to get back to the dream
so I could ask if they got a signiture upon delivery,
but you can't expect that type of confirmation from a dream.
Comments:
Yo mad poem guy Jeff. I'm not stoned yet, but soon. Guffaw and Har har nonetheless. Oh yeah, don't
stop. It's funny even straight. JM
 
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