because someday the end does come
November 12, 2008
high on achievement
and digging a hole
knowing the bottom cannot
be as warm and soothing
as your arms but somehow
hoping to dig through
to a nice patch of sod
on which i’ll lay and wait
for the sun to shine perfectly
down straight from above
to warm me as i develop
hives from the otherwise
pristine landscape
in the six square foot
wide hole i’ve dug in the
time we’ve spent together
while i was trying to make
a name for myself
or some moron named roger
A Rotten Start
September 30, 2008
10 a.m.
Coffee but no Roger.
No good can come of this day.
The Diarrheic Activist’s Lament
September 25, 2008
I climbed a tree in some northwest woods.
I gave away all my earthly goods
because I was out to save the world.
Thanks to no breakfast and coffee bowels
I could not save the spotted owls.
I descended as my stomach whirled.
I could not hold it till I got home…
I dug a hole in the detritus
and sunk a wet Roger in the loam.
The burly men who’d come to fight us
grabbed me, tied me naked to my tree,
and left me dripping for all the unsaved world to see.
Turds of Wisdom
September 17, 2008
Sitting lonely on the crapper,
feeling low though dressed quite dapper,
giving birth to a red snapper;
O sitting glowering on the throne,
gut-wracked, miserable, alone,
I eject a pebble, groan.
Here’s the key to life’s main question:
happiness is good digestion.
Too Many Peanuts & Cracker Jack
September 16, 2008
Ballpark men’s room,
corner stall,
myriad Rogers
festering in the stool
and on the steel seat,
which we certainly can’t call stainless.
I squeezed out
of the men’s room
and the ballpark
and hurried home.
sometimes my mom called it hershey’s squirts
September 14, 2008
when you leave a roger
write a little note about it
share it with your friends
and let the world know
your joy
your weight before and after
consistency and whether or not
today you had sinkers
floaters
or exploders
Anaphora, Gratitude, & Apology, Little Litany of Love
July 17, 2008
Praise for sure to Ken Silverstein for writing the best blog* in history, on the subject of THE GREAT NEW YORKER CARTOON COVER CONTROVERSY OF LAST MONDAY, and for being, in general, a real American hero.
Praise plus apologies I guess to Gabriel Gudding since I’m stealing the form of his poem called “Praise to the Swiss Federation,”** which I liked enough to steal, a presumptuous act on several levels.
Praise maybe also to the Daily Show, even though I shouldn’t mention the Daily Show in a poem, for being a lonely voice of reason.
Don’t forget to include praise for The New Yorker (a.k.a Smarty Pants Magazine), oh and Harper’s, too.
Praise, I don’t know, as well to Roger for having a multifunctional name.
*Blog: http://harpers.org/archive/2008/07/hbc-90003254
**Poem (praise for people who read it): http://gutcult.com/Site/litjourn9/gudding.htm
haiku about people writing poetry as comments
July 10, 2008
are you serious
writing poetry as if
comments aren’t ’nuff
So Misunderstood
July 7, 2008
“People say I’m no good and crazy as a loon,”
but I’m just a regular guy.
I take two Rogers every day.
Roger Mugs
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