Let every man and every
Woman, every green and
Growing thing, let all
The birds and all the
Beasts, let every nation
And every star, all the
Rooted trees and blooming
Vines, let every atom
In the universe give
Thanks, for the God who
Made you all, He is
God indeed, and that is
A wondrous thing.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Idiom
Whatever happened to the bodies in the crowd?
Did they walk away and, in doing so, leave the
Faces with their buccinator muscles, retinal nerves
And gums exposed to the elements? To me,
That sounds like an excellent way to contract
Gingivitis. And what should we compare apples
To, if not oranges? Besides, who's so desperate
For figurative descriptions of fruit? But, what we
Should really be asking ourselves is, "Is this
Bush's fault?"
Did they walk away and, in doing so, leave the
Faces with their buccinator muscles, retinal nerves
And gums exposed to the elements? To me,
That sounds like an excellent way to contract
Gingivitis. And what should we compare apples
To, if not oranges? Besides, who's so desperate
For figurative descriptions of fruit? But, what we
Should really be asking ourselves is, "Is this
Bush's fault?"
Mustard Colored Walls
The bathroom in my parent's house
Used to have a mirrored door on
The shower, and when I looked
Into the mirror above the sink,
I could see myself infinitely
Until my eyes could no longer
Follow the shrinking image. But
Now there is only smudged
Glass, streaked by water that
I did not clean off, and when
I look in the mirror, all
I see behind me is the shower,
Reminding me that I ought to
Stop musing on the subject of
Mirrors, their roles in film,
Literature, psychoanalysis of dreams,
Etc., and just get in the stupid
Shower.
Used to have a mirrored door on
The shower, and when I looked
Into the mirror above the sink,
I could see myself infinitely
Until my eyes could no longer
Follow the shrinking image. But
Now there is only smudged
Glass, streaked by water that
I did not clean off, and when
I look in the mirror, all
I see behind me is the shower,
Reminding me that I ought to
Stop musing on the subject of
Mirrors, their roles in film,
Literature, psychoanalysis of dreams,
Etc., and just get in the stupid
Shower.
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