posted by dave at 1:13 AM in category poetry
'Twas three nights after Christmas, and I sat at Rich O's.
People asked me, "Where's HatGirl?"
because nobody knows.
So I told them, "She's ill,"
and they said, "Take a pill!
and get better soon,
because we're sick of seeing Dave being so fucking sad all the time."
posted by dave at 5:51 AM in category poetry
posted by dave at 1:19 AM in category poetry
One time, two times, three times, four times.
I wonder if there will be any more times.
Because that would be cool.
posted by dave at 8:49 PM in category poetry
What was I thinking?
To succumb to cute and nice?
That is not like me.
posted by dave at 1:20 AM in category poetry
was over in an instant.
That single instant,
seemed to drag on forever.
I longed for what I dreaded.
posted by dave at 12:18 AM in category poetry
This was expected.
I have been waiting for it,
This is what I have yearned for.
Just a little distraction.
posted by dave at 1:22 AM in category poetry
Your heat warms the room.
And yet you're not self-conscious.
You smile, the world stops
To contemplate your beauty.
I don't know how you stand it.
posted by dave at 7:43 AM in category poetry
Was Geisel a great writer?
Perhaps, in his own way.
But all his subjects ever did,
was sing and dance and play.
I doubt that he'd have done as well
with more realistic themes.
Like that cat being hit by a car,
or getting raped up the ass by one of those damn brats.