Archive for August, 2009

August 7, 2009

You, my tempest in a teapot:

Whirling hurricane of inconvenience.

Rest within your porcelain walls,

And cease our tireless dance.


August 5, 2009

Three-Cheese Ziti Marinara:

Frozen, diet meal, packaged in plastic.

You are really made with cheese,

Though one would never know.

August 3, 2009

The dove that nests above the door:

She’s gone now, twigs etching runes on the ground.

It’s all heaped upon the stoop,

And it is really gross.