Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Short Poems

NAKED ANTS


Tooth-brushing costume



THE BEAN-BAG CHAIR STARES AT ME ACCUSINGLY SO I HIDE MY EYEBALL


Nobody wants to eat me today so I go home



THE COOKBOOK MENACES ME FROM THE KITCHEN


I hang it from a tree as a warning to the others



EMAIL


The pile has a knife



DISOBEDIENCE


I will pee in the elevator probably tomorrow







*I wrote these poems in five minutes. It was a race.

4 comments:

Pirooz M. Kalayeh said...

I like them.

Ofelia said...

Thank you Pirooz.

Stephen Daniel Lewis said...

five minute poems are good.
did you use a timer, like in a kitchen when you bake? that would be a good thing.

Colin said...

i'm glad it was a race. not enough things are races. it's okay if the races are slow and take several days to finish, but they should still be races.