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