SummerAnyway, that leaves plenty of time for writing, so I hope to get a lot more done. I hope to post more during this time.
Eulogy for a Good KidHe was a good kid Worked hard, good grades (Except for that one D in Spanish But that was different He had too much on his plate at the time)Eulogy for a Good Kid
He was a good kid Didn't eat junk food or soda (Except for that slice of pizza every lunch But that was different He was going to go exercising later) &n
BoxesIn a time when Saturday morning cartoons Weren't yet nostalgic And an adult saying the word "crap" Popped open a can of giggles And when the waning moon-what I named God's toenail -seemed more tangible than marriage and physicsBoxes
During these times I kept a box, a box with My Gameboy color My rock collection My first love letter And each occupant sat contently in the darkness with its playmates Like it was nap-time (But they
Shadow and Idarkness My shadow and I darkness One sunny day darkness Met in the park for a picnic darkness We sat for a while darkness With not much to say darkness Save pleasantries and small talk darkness But he grew angry darkness Over a quip I made darkness AndShadow and I
darkness chased darkness me
darkness all
darkness over
darkness the
darkness par
Sonnet to a StrangerStranger seen in a crowd of empty space— Whose features lack all shape and clarity —Why does my memory so readily embrace Your face with such familiarity?Sonnet to a Stranger
There once were two children who were best friends And their friendship bore fruit to amorous love, It was love with passion and without end A pairing ordained by Rapture above
But life demanded the parting of ways And on tearful separation they did avow, ‘Although it’s the end of our Halcyon days We’ll be together a few days from now.’
But many years later—‘c
The ThinkerC.O.D. The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That’s what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You’d get your paper and you’d go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your leC.O.D.
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Make me dream.
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