Can I really just pick up a bag and leave like that?
For I still mourn over the forlorn image formed.
It was a dream of me in the aeroplane over the sea,
leaning over to meet the mouth of the Shoal,
effectively kissing everyone I know goodbye,
while placing out a welcome mat on the ocean floor.
Welcome me fear, for I must frighten myself sometimes.
--Dr. Pen Name
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Dee Dee & the Brosephs
Pop-bottle bowling pins in place of the norm,
with basketball substitutes for three-holed marble
post-school pre-sleep tools of amusement to occupy our youthful minds
while left in Deidre's care, who in her unjust adultification
did the very best she could
--Preston
with basketball substitutes for three-holed marble
post-school pre-sleep tools of amusement to occupy our youthful minds
while left in Deidre's care, who in her unjust adultification
did the very best she could
--Preston
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Capture The Flag
As I sit in the woods that are too damp to burn,
where they jail me and W.C. as child's play,
I revisit the breath of the afterthought ashes,
in the womb of the urn.
I shall pay them their final wishes and sprinkle them,
high from Chicago's skyline,
into the stage fright of the youth who fear protocol.
--Dr. Pen Name
where they jail me and W.C. as child's play,
I revisit the breath of the afterthought ashes,
in the womb of the urn.
I shall pay them their final wishes and sprinkle them,
high from Chicago's skyline,
into the stage fright of the youth who fear protocol.
--Dr. Pen Name
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Dinosaur Pillow
While my predicaments lay void in envelopes,
I need something prehistoric to rest the history in my head,
and some purple splashes with dashes-of-kind-green-yellow.
This is your room,
where we now market its past with celebratory loopholes,
and lavish sediment in polka dot pupils,
as they forget the color of my eyes.
--Dr. Pen Name
I need something prehistoric to rest the history in my head,
and some purple splashes with dashes-of-kind-green-yellow.
This is your room,
where we now market its past with celebratory loopholes,
and lavish sediment in polka dot pupils,
as they forget the color of my eyes.
--Dr. Pen Name
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Be Still And Know That I Am An Application
My Presbyterian days of yore
christened my stomping grounds
with smaller sneaker prints that I still strive to fit
and do.
Lead by example, love,
listen to the song,
and do.
--Dr. Pen Name
christened my stomping grounds
with smaller sneaker prints that I still strive to fit
and do.
Lead by example, love,
listen to the song,
and do.
--Dr. Pen Name
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