May I have
this dance with you?
I mean to change
my seat with you.
A dance of chairs,
that's what I mean
This one is bursting
right at the seems.
This chair right here?
It is too cold.
And that one right there?
It's much too old.
May I sit
right over here?
Would you rather
have this chair?
I sat down here,
when I came in.
But now she wants
to sit with him.
Here, I'll sit
right over here
I noticed that
you're over there.
So now the two of us
can finally hear
because we both
are finally near!
It's funny how
our world does work,
or how it can change
with a smile or smirk.
Sometimes, it's not
about the heat
but rather where
you choose your seat
So now that I'm done with
my dancing here,
would you like
to take over this chair?
Friday, April 27, 2012
Moths, Moths!
Everywhere, moths!
Eating our cloths!
What is this thing
that we are gettin' ?
I think that they are
calling it the mothaggedon
They make me want
to purse my lips
I think it's becoming a mothpocolyps
In my dreams,
I think I am chased
by big giant moths
who are eating my case.
Just two more weeks,
that's what they say.
In two more weeks,
they'll go away.
Is that how long,
it's gonna take?
Is that how long
that I have to wait?
Well, I think not!
I won't be played!
Now go over and fetch me
that big can of Raid!
Eating our cloths!
What is this thing
that we are gettin' ?
I think that they are
calling it the mothaggedon
They make me want
to purse my lips
I think it's becoming a mothpocolyps
In my dreams,
I think I am chased
by big giant moths
who are eating my case.
Just two more weeks,
that's what they say.
In two more weeks,
they'll go away.
Is that how long,
it's gonna take?
Is that how long
that I have to wait?
Well, I think not!
I won't be played!
Now go over and fetch me
that big can of Raid!
The Big Sponge
Did I ever tell you about the Big Sponge?
He's the hippest new sound
since the advent of grunge!
He uses no instruments,
not even a spoon.
He doesn't need these
to belt out a tune!
Instead, its just
Old fashioned
voice, that he uses.
The kind of voice Axel
or Steven abuses.
No, he's the sponge,
it just makes you lunge.
His music's so fun,
he must make a ton!
It's funny, they say that
musicians are poor
But the sponge is, of course,
a musician no more!
Instead, nowadays
he goes door-to-door.
He now sells insurance
and vacuum cleaners!
So, may I interest you
in a new steamer?
He's the hippest new sound
since the advent of grunge!
He uses no instruments,
not even a spoon.
He doesn't need these
to belt out a tune!
Instead, its just
Old fashioned
voice, that he uses.
The kind of voice Axel
or Steven abuses.
No, he's the sponge,
it just makes you lunge.
His music's so fun,
he must make a ton!
It's funny, they say that
musicians are poor
But the sponge is, of course,
a musician no more!
Instead, nowadays
he goes door-to-door.
He now sells insurance
and vacuum cleaners!
So, may I interest you
in a new steamer?
Mindstruck
Lines on my paper
White sheets on blue lines
I think about her,
but not about much else.
I have no ideas
No words to write
Nothing comes to me
Or, into my mind
My mind is all tired
from looking for words,
Searching for answers,
keys to ideas,
for getting ahead.
I feel like
I'm artistically bankrupt,
my creativity disinfected,
My oddballness,
wiped clean
I search for plots and ideas.
I come up with nothing.
Nothing at all.
White sheets on blue lines
I think about her,
but not about much else.
I have no ideas
No words to write
Nothing comes to me
Or, into my mind
My mind is all tired
from looking for words,
Searching for answers,
keys to ideas,
for getting ahead.
I feel like
I'm artistically bankrupt,
my creativity disinfected,
My oddballness,
wiped clean
I search for plots and ideas.
I come up with nothing.
Nothing at all.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Why I love you
Your hair is so flowing
and wavy and soft
I long to hold you
and to feel your touch
Your eyes are so striking
they pierce holes right through me
Your look is intense
It does something to me
You're smart and your caring
and Tender and warm
To be so close to you
Is always a charm
and wavy and soft
I long to hold you
and to feel your touch
Your eyes are so striking
they pierce holes right through me
Your look is intense
It does something to me
You're smart and your caring
and Tender and warm
To be so close to you
Is always a charm
I wish
I wish I could stop from being so tired,
Inspired by someone
who's often admired
I wish that I could live a life that was higher
Entirely aware
I sound like a liar
I wish I could feel like I wasn't on wire
a pryer of words
that make me a crier
Inspired by someone
who's often admired
I wish that I could live a life that was higher
Entirely aware
I sound like a liar
I wish I could feel like I wasn't on wire
a pryer of words
that make me a crier
Thunder painting
Clouds and thunder
Lightning and rain
Smash the ground under
Slamming against my pain
Rain falls down like diamond drops
The storm comes around
and then it stops
The clouds bubble like oil paint
It's fizzing like trouble
Dark, bright and faint
The air is all muggy,
a smell of wet ground
Then cold makes me snugly
and tired all around
Let's watch the flicker
Of lightning outside
Meanwhile, the fireplace
is warm by your side.
Lightning and rain
Smash the ground under
Slamming against my pain
Rain falls down like diamond drops
The storm comes around
and then it stops
The clouds bubble like oil paint
It's fizzing like trouble
Dark, bright and faint
The air is all muggy,
a smell of wet ground
Then cold makes me snugly
and tired all around
Let's watch the flicker
Of lightning outside
Meanwhile, the fireplace
is warm by your side.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Really people, it's just a windshield!
I had this crack that had just opened up
It came from a pebble,
Or maybe a rock.
A chip that began as
the shape of a dime.
It grew to the size of a spider,
by nine.
By noon my new spider
had now grown much wider
This new found crack,
split my window in half!
What do I do now?
I said to my dealer
Who listened to my sob
from behind the counter
He said:
"it will cost you some pretty big coin,
it might even cost you
an arm or a groin!
"But that's not the problem,
that isn't the deal.
We only can service
The parts of of your wheel.
For windshields,
I've got somewhere else
you must go.
There's this place that does windows
for cheap, that I know."
So off across town
to this place I had went
You won't believe all the time
that I spent!
You'd think I had traveled
to up top a mountain.
That's not to mention,
the shape that I was in
I woke up not feeling exactly like me.
My throat hurt and I had this pain
in my knee
And cost me it did,
lots of cash from my wallet.
Their card readers were indeed,
pulled from their socket.
So, for two hours, I sat in that chair
and suffered while waiting
for windshield repair.
It came from a pebble,
Or maybe a rock.
A chip that began as
the shape of a dime.
It grew to the size of a spider,
by nine.
By noon my new spider
had now grown much wider
This new found crack,
split my window in half!
What do I do now?
I said to my dealer
Who listened to my sob
from behind the counter
He said:
"it will cost you some pretty big coin,
it might even cost you
an arm or a groin!
"But that's not the problem,
that isn't the deal.
We only can service
The parts of of your wheel.
For windshields,
I've got somewhere else
you must go.
There's this place that does windows
for cheap, that I know."
So off across town
to this place I had went
You won't believe all the time
that I spent!
You'd think I had traveled
to up top a mountain.
That's not to mention,
the shape that I was in
I woke up not feeling exactly like me.
My throat hurt and I had this pain
in my knee
And cost me it did,
lots of cash from my wallet.
Their card readers were indeed,
pulled from their socket.
So, for two hours, I sat in that chair
and suffered while waiting
for windshield repair.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Passover Prose
The first night of Passover's over and done,
The first day of Passover's barely begun!
The second night promises to be as fun!
The eggs from the third night will still weigh a ton!
The fourth and the fifth night, they do merge as one.
The sixth night of Passover's not as much fun.
The seventh night of Passover, you're wishing it's done...
The eighth night, eat bread, eat out, and have fun!
The first day of Passover's barely begun!
The second night promises to be as fun!
The eggs from the third night will still weigh a ton!
The fourth and the fifth night, they do merge as one.
The sixth night of Passover's not as much fun.
The seventh night of Passover, you're wishing it's done...
The eighth night, eat bread, eat out, and have fun!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Palm-sized napsack
Has anybody seen my book?
No not read it,
I mean, seen it?
I used to carry books so big.
Now their smaller than a fig.
Well, not the book, it's not a booklet.
It's in a nook, that's where I put it!
Or in a Kindle, to be specific,
It just downloaded, it's quite terrific!
Libraries full of books I'll pack.
Before I kept 5 in a sack,
and those were heavy on my back!
But not today,
Oh, no longer.
Now my back, it feels much stronger!
My wallet though, a different story,
those new eReaders, they cost money!
And not a little, you might guess
It's left my credit such a mess!
But that's okay, it's worth the price,
These new ebooks are kinda nice!
I download books, and so, what's next?
Do you have one you might suggest?
No not read it,
I mean, seen it?
I used to carry books so big.
Now their smaller than a fig.
Well, not the book, it's not a booklet.
It's in a nook, that's where I put it!
Or in a Kindle, to be specific,
It just downloaded, it's quite terrific!
Libraries full of books I'll pack.
Before I kept 5 in a sack,
and those were heavy on my back!
But not today,
Oh, no longer.
Now my back, it feels much stronger!
My wallet though, a different story,
those new eReaders, they cost money!
And not a little, you might guess
It's left my credit such a mess!
But that's okay, it's worth the price,
These new ebooks are kinda nice!
I download books, and so, what's next?
Do you have one you might suggest?
Tragically Spaceless
Space, it was the final frontier.
But for NASA, there's no care.
Computers, kindles and flat-screens?
iPhones have all kinds of rings.
But for Space, there's what? Nothing?
All they watch is Jersey Shore.
They don't launch shuttles anymore.
Remember when we used to dream?
about discovering men of green?
Alas, no longer do they ponder,
of breaking past the wild blue yonder.
Zooming out beyond the stars?
Searching for those men from Mars?
I dreamt someday I'd have a ship
with speeds so fast your heart would skip!
Today that dream? It's just a blip,
deleted by a small pen tip.
"We don't need money for that now,"
said the man who won, somehow.
He said: "Instead we need more bread,
and less pollution made from lead!"
And I agreed we need those too,
along with funds for health and schools.
But what about the next big thing?
Some software that can help us sing?
Or maybe help with everything?
That's what really bothers me,
Where will we find technology?
Velcro, cell phones, computer chips
Equipment using laser tips?
How 'bout neon lights to see?
TV's made with LCD's?
Without Space, you'd have these not!
Yoda, would agree, a lot!
Star Wars, ET, and Star Trek.
We used to love these, what the heck?
It seems people have turned away,
they do not watch these shows, today
Instead, they're voting for "The Voice."
For Sci-fi, there's a lot less choice.
And so, support for Space? It's dwindled.
And all it's luster? It's been swindled.
It's crazy now, a tragic shame
Our interest in the moon's so tame.
Our future without Space? It's lame,
and looking more like Hunger Games...
But for NASA, there's no care.
Computers, kindles and flat-screens?
iPhones have all kinds of rings.
But for Space, there's what? Nothing?
All they watch is Jersey Shore.
They don't launch shuttles anymore.
Remember when we used to dream?
about discovering men of green?
Alas, no longer do they ponder,
of breaking past the wild blue yonder.
Zooming out beyond the stars?
Searching for those men from Mars?
I dreamt someday I'd have a ship
with speeds so fast your heart would skip!
Today that dream? It's just a blip,
deleted by a small pen tip.
"We don't need money for that now,"
said the man who won, somehow.
He said: "Instead we need more bread,
and less pollution made from lead!"
And I agreed we need those too,
along with funds for health and schools.
But what about the next big thing?
Some software that can help us sing?
Or maybe help with everything?
That's what really bothers me,
Where will we find technology?
Velcro, cell phones, computer chips
Equipment using laser tips?
How 'bout neon lights to see?
TV's made with LCD's?
Without Space, you'd have these not!
Yoda, would agree, a lot!
Star Wars, ET, and Star Trek.
We used to love these, what the heck?
It seems people have turned away,
they do not watch these shows, today
Instead, they're voting for "The Voice."
For Sci-fi, there's a lot less choice.
And so, support for Space? It's dwindled.
And all it's luster? It's been swindled.
It's crazy now, a tragic shame
Our interest in the moon's so tame.
Our future without Space? It's lame,
and looking more like Hunger Games...
Sunday, April 1, 2012
When Harry met Katniss
(Disclamer: If you haven't read the Hunger Games, Harry Potter, or either, then this story will both confuse you, and spoil the books. But read it anyway =)
Well, as you know, Katniss is the heroine of the Hunger Games, and Harry Potter? Well, he has a whole series named after him. But did you know the story of when Harry met Katniss? Oh, yes! I have it good authority that Harry and Katniss have secretly been meeting! Would you like to know what they talked about?
It turns out that Harry wasn't to happy about Katniss stealing all his fans. No, Harry was quite distressed, I'm afraid. So, Harry called Katniss. Well techincally, he didn't call her, he sent her an Instant Message on Facbeook. It was not easy finding her, especially since she's been hiding with that other slick talking boy, Peeta (actually, his name was originally spelled "Peta," but it turns out that the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PeTA) refused permission to use their name, and "Pita Bread" threatened to sue.
Anyway, sure enough, Harry found Katniss, and asked her for a meeting. It is not known the precise location where they met, although it has been suggested by Rashi (who isn't THE Rashi, rather, Rashi McDonald, my informant on 54th Street), that they ate lunch at the Taco Barn (Harry paid). Harry told Katniss that he didn't think it was very nice of her to steal all his fans, especially since he was losing money. After all, Harry just bought a Tudor in South London where he now lives, has another kid on the way, and is still making payments to his Bentley, which is several thousand pounds (aside from weight, its also very expensive).
At first, Katniss protested, pointing her bow and arrow at Harry. In turn, Harry held up his wand, at which point they heard a yell: "hey, not in my shop!" It came from Rod (short for Rodriguez) the manager of the Taco Barn. He told them that he was sure that the two could settle this like mature adults. This of course was impossible, since everyone knows both Harry and Katniss are under 21.
Still, they agreed to put their weapons away, and settle the dispute amicably. After several hours of moaning, and screaming (and also after some deep discussion and debate about the dispute), the two of them agreed to keep off of each others turf. Katniss agreed to not shoot an arrow through Harry's Taco, if Harry would confine his book and movie promotions to the United Kingdom. In turn, Harry agreed not to turn Katniss into a muggle blooded Toad, if she would never leave Panem again, and only grant TV interviews with MSNBC (after all, Harry figured, Fox owns Sky News in England, and nobody watches MSNBC anyway). They shook hands, and went their separate ways.
This of course, does not explain why 9 months later, Katnisses's baby, was born with a lighting scar and black, round rimmed glasses, but that's another story for another day...
Well, as you know, Katniss is the heroine of the Hunger Games, and Harry Potter? Well, he has a whole series named after him. But did you know the story of when Harry met Katniss? Oh, yes! I have it good authority that Harry and Katniss have secretly been meeting! Would you like to know what they talked about?
It turns out that Harry wasn't to happy about Katniss stealing all his fans. No, Harry was quite distressed, I'm afraid. So, Harry called Katniss. Well techincally, he didn't call her, he sent her an Instant Message on Facbeook. It was not easy finding her, especially since she's been hiding with that other slick talking boy, Peeta (actually, his name was originally spelled "Peta," but it turns out that the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PeTA) refused permission to use their name, and "Pita Bread" threatened to sue.
Anyway, sure enough, Harry found Katniss, and asked her for a meeting. It is not known the precise location where they met, although it has been suggested by Rashi (who isn't THE Rashi, rather, Rashi McDonald, my informant on 54th Street), that they ate lunch at the Taco Barn (Harry paid). Harry told Katniss that he didn't think it was very nice of her to steal all his fans, especially since he was losing money. After all, Harry just bought a Tudor in South London where he now lives, has another kid on the way, and is still making payments to his Bentley, which is several thousand pounds (aside from weight, its also very expensive).
At first, Katniss protested, pointing her bow and arrow at Harry. In turn, Harry held up his wand, at which point they heard a yell: "hey, not in my shop!" It came from Rod (short for Rodriguez) the manager of the Taco Barn. He told them that he was sure that the two could settle this like mature adults. This of course was impossible, since everyone knows both Harry and Katniss are under 21.
Still, they agreed to put their weapons away, and settle the dispute amicably. After several hours of moaning, and screaming (and also after some deep discussion and debate about the dispute), the two of them agreed to keep off of each others turf. Katniss agreed to not shoot an arrow through Harry's Taco, if Harry would confine his book and movie promotions to the United Kingdom. In turn, Harry agreed not to turn Katniss into a muggle blooded Toad, if she would never leave Panem again, and only grant TV interviews with MSNBC (after all, Harry figured, Fox owns Sky News in England, and nobody watches MSNBC anyway). They shook hands, and went their separate ways.
This of course, does not explain why 9 months later, Katnisses's baby, was born with a lighting scar and black, round rimmed glasses, but that's another story for another day...
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