Monday, September 17, 2012

September 10th, 2012

Hundreds of poems
And maybe ten will resound
beyond a year's toll.

September 9th, 2012

The greatest help to
the most people would be nice,
myself included.

September 8th, 2012

Mind keeps returning
to the multiple mes I
could be if I tried.

September 7th, 2012

The Clyde Mighties Win!
They advance to the finals
against evil Gil...

September 6th, 2012

A snore issues forth,
Thirty past midnight, xanax
slowly bringing sleep.

September 5th, 2012

Ladies, please don't judge
I'm actually a much
better poet than...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

September 4th, 2012

I love art projects.
So why don't I just pick some
medium and ART!

September 3rd, 2012

How many writers
watched sports as they organized
their thoughts on paper?

September 2nd, 2012

We paid our bills and
somehow have some money left?
Thank you super loan!

September 1st, 2012

The first pizza wrap,
the first breakfast burrito
of the school year.  Mmmmm...

August 31st, 2012

Clyde loves the 1st grade.
He sings songs about it. "She's
crazy about me."

August 30th, 2012

All my old files
from that battered old PC:
all of them still there.

August 29th, 2012

So many scripts and
so many poems, I don't
know where to put 'em.

August 28th, 2012

Behavior reform
needs a personality
or kids won't relate.

August 27th, 2012

On the radio
with Diane, old and new slang
sitting side by side.

August 26th, 2012

One inspiration:
not half, and not less than that.
Alright, here it comes.

August 25th, 2012

At first, sure, afraid.
Then after that: petrified.
Still, I will survive.

August 24th, 2012

The Giants win games,
with clutch hits.  This is not a
very good haiku.

August 23rd, 2012

What will my job be,
or rather how many jobs
will I be doing?