i wrote a poem for lefty today. i think it’s a haiku …
i love you even
when you smell like a shit pile
in the tub right now
speaking of really excellent poetry (were we?), has everyone checked out my friend chicago mel’s blog?
you can find it over there -> in the blog roll. i like her poems because they’re really sincere. they are also often very short, and i usually understand them (it’s probably because she went/goes to state schools, too.)
gochicagobamamelogo.
i’m on a bit of a keith richards rip lately:
two lines:
“don’t try this at home.”
“i don’t do as much as everybody thinks, but i probably do a bit more then they imagine.”
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Hahahaha! Does he still smell like shit? I got home and realized I definitely needed a shower. Partially because of the gym, but mostly because of the shit smell. Sigh…at least he doesn’t LOOK like shit
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Kevin….!
thank you for the mention. there’s nothing esoteric about being from the midwest is there? there should be mb. thank you for this challenge.
I think your haiku is lovely. people don’t acknowledge their shitty buttocks enough.
lefty smells better, although a little off around the head. i may need to resoak the lad. thanks for your help (and for the soup). i’m sorry you left smelling like what the dog rolled in.
melly-mel, if there is an esoteric sense to the midwest, you’re the man for the job (from a certain perspective). a little distance might help you see the region more clearly. or so i have read …