mary

I just read a hilarious poem I wrote when i was twelve. The entire thing was a furious account of my father telling me I put too much honey on my toast. the last line is: "I will never yield." hahahaha

heres another funny one from the same year:

SNOTTY RAINDROP

a tiny teardrop from a cloud
is falling through the sky--
it dances, twirls, and sparkles,
and winks its glassy eye.

it laughs and cries out
IM SO GRAND!
I can fly right through the air,
and im too pure for land!

but watch the snotty raindrop
soaring past your head--
watch cause it's not looking down
SPLATTER
it is dead.

aw! twelve year olds! writing about weather with a bad attitude. hee hee

woa....im lookin for some other funny old poems to copy but seriously i have entered a dramatic and frightening maryland of long-ago crushes and fervent vows to love them forever (only to read a love poem to someone else three pages later). skipping a couple awkward years.....
heres one i wrote on acid when i was 15. i think i'd had about 5 hits, so i was pretty messed up and i was alone in my friend's mom's house. my clothes freaked me out (as did some celebrity on tv, i remember) so i decided to put on a bath towel and write a bunch of poems. the originals are barely legible.

TASTEY
oh chocolate blah blah
but i feel pink has lately been a friend.
i can't reject this
simply because my hand is crazy
and i dont even
recognise my own thoughts
here whispered to this page
or simply because
someone's gonna find me here,
wrapped in this towel,
being unclear.



ok, thats enough bad poetry for one night.