THE SUN
Big
Yellow
as the Sun
brighter than Times Square
making plants
happy
and grow good
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
come shine
on me
real good
real good
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Having had little luck placing my poems in print publications, I've decided to post my poems here as I write them. I also hope to tell people about poetry and help them find other good poets. This blog is for people like me who just can't get enough of words.
2 comments:
dude, i really like how playful and child-like this is, gertrude stein or something. you know, like you're just out on your roller blades enjoying the sun and all the child-like language running through your mind.
i noticed you like whitney houston and gwar. that's quite the range. i'm into it. i saw gwar in college and came home totally freezing cold from all the liquid goo they sprayed on all of us down in the mosh pit.
i like whitney too. it must be something about being creative, we just like all kinds of stuff.
You cannot unscramble eggs. Or suns.
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