Friday, September 28, 2012

Fall Poem #12


it was that kind of day
i should have writ a poem about
i should have strolled 
golden sunshined through 
crunch leafy paths amid trees 
not quite in full color
me khakied and
sweat shirted
almost camouflaged 
thinking deep thoughts
casually

i should have written
that poem
not this one

Overheard on an Airplane

(well the first stanza)

...and jeffery doesn't  mind?
yeah she is kind
fussy 
nervous
neurotic

she is a 
worrywart
paranoid
controlliong
self-centered
cries at the drop of a pin

but other than that
quite a lovely soul