Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Mmm, I like this place better now.

August 20, 2008

Reasons I am not a tourist:

ice wine, hiking, and then some more ice wine.

who gives a crap about tours-

there is booze to be had.

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Yum

August 13, 2008

Oh, Monkey Pilaf, I love you:

Fluffy and creamy and crunchy and good.

Perfect distraction from piles-

of paper and lonely.

 

The end of the summer is here:

cascading down my calendar boxes.

Got to find a way to bring

all these memories home.

:(

August 13, 2008

In summer’s rapid denoument:
I struggle with lost time and minutes left.
Waiting, hopeless, wondering-
Is this all that I’ve done?

Strawberries

August 11, 2008

Happy Monday, all.

 

Ogling breakroom strawberries:
blushing, taunting me with engorged sweetness.
I grab three, feel sugar rush
like a phelpsian roar.

I watched The Shining before bed last night.

August 11, 2008

Over the shrieking violins:
The world grows tense and red and terrible.
Here’s Johnny, and I, terri-
fied, hide behind fingers.

No really, I need to stop watching scary movies before bed, particularly ones of that calibre. Anyone who hasn’t seen it? I fully recommend. It stars Jack Nicholson as Crazy Jack Nicholson and Shelley DuVall as Olive Oyl.

YAY I don’t have a bad insurance record..

August 8, 2008

Occasionally they get it right:

pin the right bug to the claims display board.

Liability drama-

never sad to see done.

Confession

August 7, 2008

I have a confession to make:

I soon evacuate my cubicle.

I’m leaving on a jet plane,

landing in an office.

 

That’s right, when I return to Connecticut, it’s out of the cubicle and into a real office. Nevermind that it’ll be whatever office is open at any given moment and that it won’t really be mine. That’s so totally irrelevant.

Shut up.

So Zoelle told me I should update, too.

August 7, 2008

Whales call from the ocean, I think:
I’m afraid I can’t hear well anymore.
But I’ve heard songs before-
Drifting ghosts of years past.

I really want to see a film:
A little thing, THE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS.
Stoners and Judd Apatow-
What more could a girl want?

editors note: Also, James Franco. Except with long hair. So less excited. But still! James Franco.

Curse of the Daily Updated

August 7, 2008

Curse of the daily updated:

verse is hard when you’ve been entrenched in prose.

no matter, post-its abound-

and sentences don’t fit.

 

Yeah, I’ve been on a fiction kick lately. We’ll see how it turns out. In the meantime–

 

Daydreaming of paper bag smiles:

scrawled numbers like candy in wax tissue.

If only they weren’t yours,

cafeteria boy.

 

Yeah, I attract winners. He’s got to be 50, too. There’s one set of digits I promptly lost.

All of my friends are leaving me…

August 6, 2008

…so I write poetry!

On nights like those with thoughts like these:
I feel my heart palpitate unsoundly.
Fear spreads like watercolors-
Quickly, blossoming.