Wednesday, December 31, 2008

On Seeing Crows For What They Are

A murder of crows is a sight to be seen
When all of the crows are be-ribboned.
It makes the black birds seem so festive and bright
Obscuring the fact that they're evil!
Naughty old birds! We see through your ploys.
Get out the shotgun; let's make some noise!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008


Glowing orbs that light the dusk,
Pushing back the creep of dark,
Burning cool, no warmth but light,
Letting travelers know the path,
Burn your cool-fire through the night
Urging those to travel on
Who would ponder your chill glow,
Who would colder ever grow.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Nice and Warm

I've found that sleeping while it's cold
Increases the fortitude of my general disposition;
It centers me between either side of the bed,
While I tuck in my head,
And if I have been sloppy in making that bed?
Well then I reap the drafty whirlwind about my toes,
Forcing me to action: Fixing the error of my ways
or Inaction: Huddling closer and telling myself fables about how it really isn't very cold and that hypothermia is very unlikely for people inside.
Really the inaction is only the lazy man's delay; it never lasts long,
It cannot, for hypothermia cares not a whit for indoors or out,
Only for low-riding mercury and making the lazy man wise or dead.
Now don't for a minute think that there is complaint in any of this;
It is interesting beyond these rambling words to think about sleep and how one procures one's portion. There is a certain joy that is dispensed in want that one savors in plenty.
Plenty cannot live without its poorer cousin.
And the splendor of a warm bed?
Play footsie with Frosty and gratitude will well up in your heart when next you lie warm and comfortable.
I'm off to bed now.
Nice and Warm.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Cuban Holiday

Today is Boxing Day,
The poorer cousin of Christmas.
It is for cleaning up
And not really making a fuss;
Except in Cuba,
Where they lace up their gloves
And go to their in-laws,
And show exactly who they loves!

Thursday, December 25, 2008


I got nuts for Christmas
In a 5 pound bag.
If you will imagine
And see my tail wag.
Pistachios are gorgeous,
Prettier than gold
I think I will go eat them now
Before they e'en get old.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


The wind was cold,
As cold as ice,
But less solid,
And more vapory.
It beat me about the head
Like I was Gerry Cooney.

Monday, December 22, 2008

.45 and .22

I shot a gun.
It went boom.
Shells on the floor.
Smokey room.
On down the range,
Piled up high,
Spent bullets stretch
T'wards the sky.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Nursery Rhyme

There was a reporter who threw a shoe
He had so many freedoms he didn't know what to do.
So he wasted them on insults, without any class,
Then got tackled by the secret service
And fell on his ass.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

3 Years

Three years ago today I saw the future and didn't know.
Three years ago today I kept my hands low.
But now great love is growing
And the future is glowing.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Gym Rat

I went to the gym
And there was a rat.
I can only presume
He thought himself fat.

Saturday, December 6, 2008


The wind bit like an enraged terrier
Not enough to kill, but more than enough.
And the sun shone like a 15 watt bulb,
Tepid and weak like like a pound of bird fluff.
The similes buzzed around like fruit flies
Alighting on the inappropriate
Areas, while avoiding the apt ones.
The weather? Screaming like a chanteuse
And changing like a tarted-up floozy.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Fish and Socks

Fish and chips are good to eat.
Socks look good upon your feet.
If I'm feeling underclad
I just eat some fries and shad.
That's just silly, there's no doubt.
At least I don't eat eelpout!

Monday, December 1, 2008

Onward White Stuff, Onward!

Tis the first of December
And all through the state
There's a blanket of white stuff
And boy ain't it great?
Just a dozen more inches
Then out come the skis.
The trails are a-beckonin'
Who cares if we freeze?