Do you remember?
You know, that time?
Deny it if you have to, but we know
That when our visions snag across the room
We’re both thinking the same thing
Day: December 23, 2009
Concerning Freshly Waxed Boots
poetryI wax poetic usually
I’ll wax my boots instead today
and while I’m scrubbing leather
with the toothbrush that I’ll
prob’ly use on teeth again, I’ll
understand the value
of water-proofing boots
before my feet get wet
Well, we’ve only just a bit
of snow this season, unlike
other places, and even though
it’s frozen, at least the sun still shines.
But if you find yourself in Iceland –
four hours of twilight’s all you get –
just call and ask for sunshine
you can probably borrow some of mine.
all things considered, I
do most of my waxing night-times
anyway
communist my ass
poetryyea thats right i rode my
twenty year old bike built
by your commie forefathers
to your commie car dealership
yea thats right the guard
to your gate makes a commie
ten dollars a day and you
drive a commie bmw
you red bastard