hudson

poetry

hudson is the name of a dog i
won at the fair,
put a ball through a basket,
brought it home to you

hudson is a pretend dalmation
with big brown eyes
like mine
only he can’t see you

hudson is immortal
and he can never die
because he is plush
so he cannot leave you

at the water park there were no lines (except the scratches on my shoulder blades from so many rides) and i got a workout just running up the stairs to come back down again… it was SOOO much fun

poetry

slides and all
up and down
down and up
lines (weren’t none)
up and down
round and round
down and through
the hole of the toilet bowl
up and down
back and again
scream for joy
like a little boy
slides and all
up and down
water round

the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

Day: September 21, 2008

hudson

at the water park there were no lines (except the scratches on my shoulder blades from so many rides) and i got a workout just running up the stairs to come back down again… it was SOOO much fun