Sunday, December 30, 2007

short poems

You don't refuse to breathe do you

I find you on the center aisle of the corner Target
Holding the digital-watch that will make you happy forever

It's good to have a friend to help you past the monsters on the way

There's a reason why I called you
But I don't remember what it is

I'm a child again when I was really miserable

Burn the beds tomorrow
In the hugest pile
The carpets will hold us
Carefully in their tufts

I was in a loaf of bread shaped like a camera

There are many ways to warm the kitchen
When you pile the bodies in there