I can’t imagine anything more … odd … than an old-poetry dump here at T&G, since I don’t write much poetry these days and poetry is one of those things that people either love or hate. (And most people lean toward the hate<\/i> side.) But for whatever reason, I was combing through my e-mail drafts earlier today (*cough*boredom<\/b>*cough*) and rediscovered all sorts of weird little blank verses I’d written over the past four years, and thought maybe it was time I aired some of them out. <\/p>\n
We all do crazy things for blog content in early January, don’t we? <\/p>\n
YES WE DO.<\/p>\n
It helps that I have no shame.<\/p>\n
Scarlette<\/b> (2006)
\nHe came over today
\nand brought the cat
\n(who peed on the rug)
\nand we talked about
\nthe new rules
\nfor interaction
\nand he told me about
\nScarlette
\n\u2014 she of the silly internet photos \u2014
\nand I said mean things
\nabout mouthbreathers
\nwhile sipping on
\nmeaty red wine<\/p>\n
and you know what they say:<\/p>\n
you let the cat pee on the rug once …<\/p>\n
For a ghost<\/b> (2006)
\nI dressed up today
\nfor a ghost
\nand paced slowly
\nin front of the mirror
\ngrazing the contours
\nof these deliciously wide hips
\nwith hungry eyes
\nor at least eyes I hoped he’d use
\nif he was here<\/p>\n
Fluorescent<\/b> (2005)
\nOblivious,
\nyou stand,
\nmy eyes on your back,
\nyour hands in your hair,
\nthe earth rotating slowly,
\nkeeping us a respectable distance apart.<\/p>\n