Mr. Click,
Liked to eat sticks,
And then spit out the leaves.
He did this each day, Continue reading
Category Archives: Poem
Poem: This Poem Is Bad
This poem is bad,
And you should not read it,
This poem is bad,
And is not worth your time,
Continue readingPoem: Time Is Off
Oddly, now it did not seem,
Like I was waking from a dream,
I seemed to know upon open eye,
That I had slept multiple hours,
Continue readingPoem: The Tale of Mr. Bowl
Mr. Bowl,
Had in his head a hole,
And his friends would play with his brain.
And yes, it could hurt when in his skull it did roll,
Continue readingPoem: Some More Numbers
Despite being one for artistic expression,
I am fond of systems,
Especially ones I design.
I can spend hours looking over information,
Continue readingPoem: Nutmeg
A spice upon the table,
Sitting where it be,
A taste of it will show you,
Where you’re meant to flee,
Continue readingPoem: Sweating Salt
Avoid the sun if you can,
It will bake us all if it could,
It beams down from on-high,
And slicks the sweat across our skin.
Continue readingPoem: Tales of Horror
Spooky demons,
Big things in space,
Evil clowns,
I don’t know why these things are interesting to me— Continue reading
Poem: Microfiction
Poem: Pity The Hat
Atop the cranium, it sits,
Thinking briskly of its life,
And what it might be there to do.
Surely, yes, some bald people are grateful, Continue reading
Poem: Pea Soup
Never did like the vegetable,
But it’s not so bad once you begin,
The food is creamy,
And cooks well, Continue reading
Poem: Water Slide
Take a trip to the top of the slide,
Hold your breath,
Take a dive,
Spinning along the ceramic path, Continue reading
Poem: The World of The Disease
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The world is now asleep.
Resting,
It sometimes feels like,
Dormant,
It feels like. Continue reading
Poem: Publishing Is Hard
It takes quite a while,
And is never easy,
This publishing thing,
It is a struggle. Continue reading
Poem: What Can Be Done With Words
I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
