woe is the dreary maze
the maze in the garden
surrounded by thick walls of brillian red
blooming roses and snapdragons
My mother took me there once when
I was ignorant
Somehow it stained my thoughts as a
most beautiful secluded place
I once took my friend by the hand
but he hated roses and feared the dragons
Those dragons
purple and blue as the sea at midnight
when sharks roam the earth
and stars scale the skies like pieces of a
puzzle thrown to the wind
I often find myself alone
deserted in this hermetic maze of the garden
As the years have passed
so too have the rose walls and dragons
that snap in the howling wind
withering with age and loss of innocence
their life escaping like the breath of a dying old maid
reaching the maze's end in the garden
only to find no cheese
and no light.
by my Poetry Club. The Poetry Club
consisted of myself, 2 or 3 of my closest
friends, and a high school English teacher.
Each person writes one line of poetry,
folds the paper, and the next person writes
one line of poetry also. Once the poem
has circled once or twice, we unfold the
paper and read what everyone has written
as a collective poem. The trick is that
noone knows what anyone else wrote. Here
is the only one that was ever worth keeping...
Angel's Spoonbread on the Back of Cat's Wings
When the angel fell off the head
of a pin
an enormous "poof" shook the earth
The smell of it was worse than
that of a snail
The rain trickled steadily out of a
grey sky
The gentle wind ruffled the grass
Felidae slinks through the blades
seeking his prey
Your Horoscope for today:
You call is spoonbread...
because you eat it...with a
spoon
Fly away, my dirty Mexican, before
there appears the FBI
The night soon descends on silken wings
Passersby would probably be
shocked by the unusual amount
of blood
Take thine hand and make thou way to the
promised land
The land before time...
Angel tummies smashing viciously into
autistic tail lights.
Busting really small zebras into jailhouse pooky.
-2002/2003
