Friday, February 16, 2007

Brought to you by the letter D.

Ten fifteen
You
Brilliant
Beautiful
You make me
Hate the ocean.
Ten eighteen
Time zones
The brain’s enemy
Plots of quorn and tea
Peachy thoughts
Drift away
To recharge.
Ten twenty-nine
Graham crackers
Marshmallows
Chocolate and fire
Is an alien concept.
Ten thirty
Regarding smores
And ignorance
Judge me not for
Shepherds pie
Bubble and squeak
Toad in the hole
Hang over you.
Ten thirty
How much money
Would a poor Yank chuck
If a poor Yank could chuck
Money?
Ten thirty one
The ocean
Large and wet
Big sloshy barrier
Is nothing that
Can’t be navigated
If it’s worth crossing.

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