I flew home on a plane through the air
Then I drove in a car on a road.
Now I’m sitting butt-down on a chair
And my creativity has yet to fully load.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Rainbow Town
Big green steamboat
With two red wheels
Casting great white wakes
In the chocolate Mississippi water.
In the distance, a brick-red city
With lights in tans and teals
And the iron evening air
Is growing blacker, hotter.
The brassy blast of cymbals
And a wailing silver sax
Play the blues for our reunion
And the clouds are stalwart brown.
I’m sitting in a steel chair
With rust like sealing wax
As a snowy egret flies into
The night in rainbow town.
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Empathy
If everybody in the world
Could be a fish for just one day
I think we’d finally be able to make
Gas station sushi go away.
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Travel Traditions
I flew on a plane to New Orleans
And by now you know what that means:
I’m probably tired, and pleased to report
That this poem is late and also is short.
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Because Sugar Comes In Many Colors
Today I learned something amazing…
The answer to a riddle:
Apparently there’s more than one
Flavor of Skittles!
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Moral Ambiguity In The Marvel Culinary Universe
Honorable dessert, cake of courage,
Your frosting is noble, your filling is strong.
Honorable dessert, please answer me this:
Is wanting to eat you so wrong?
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In The Distance, China Just Laughs
There once was an admiral poll
That asked “how to meet our recruiting goal”
Options one was “Raise pay”
Option two was “Be gay”
And the navy said “‘Kay queens, let’s roll”
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I’d Take JarJar Binks At This Point
Obi-Wan Kenobi is our only hope
But will he run for president?
Another year of “nope”.
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PG-All Ages
Sometimes the things you grew up with
Can make you feel good
Like riding bikes and Pokemon
And being misunderstood
But when you grow, perspectives change
And you see a world in pain
And it can’t be changed by touching base
Or building the best paper plane.
You see a world with real struggles
And problems with no answer
And you decide to try something
Like curing AIDS or cancer.
But as perspectives change, I think
Some problems would be solved
If more people bought a new five-speed
Or cared how monsters were evolved.
Growing up is nice and all
But never you forget
The world needs childish grownups too
For poetry and… stuff.
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Another Night Of D&D
There once was a skeezy Paladin,
A sly assassin, a cheesy bard,
A moon priestess, an archer,
And they rolled the dice real hard.
They stopped a civil war of trolls
And saved a duke from bombs of magic
And they lived happily ever after
(Which is the opposite of tragic).
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The Daily Travesty 