Monday, September 11, 2006

I thought that I would write a September 11th poem to commemorate today. I haven't had time to do it yet, so I decided to post this old poem from when I went to visit NYC a few years ago.

THE SUN

Big
Yellow
as the Sun
brighter than Times Square
making plants
happy
and grow good
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
come shine
on me
real good

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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.

Anonymous said...

You cannot unscramble eggs. Or suns.