Thursday, August 24, 2006

poems are so dumb, but here's another one.

lemons are quite
tart, and if I could
request another fruit
I would
but ants like blackberries
and worms sometimes
infest cherries
bananas go brown
too fast
and the green ones
make my teeth
feel quite rubbery

how come
you climb trees
so easily and get drunk
on the best batch
feasting closest to the sun?
balance, the wind whispers
gravity, the branch
snaps
so lemons it is
and you will be
my sugar
plum.

5 comments:

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

oh the meter! it rolls around the tongue so softly, so naturally. delicious.

stop it, i say.

you makin' me crazy with giggles.

Velo Bella said...

the meter is tart and you are so clever

marscat said...

coming from a couple of clever tarts like yourselves, that means a lot.

Ippoc Amic said...

never really got poems, but I like this one...am I your sugar plum...

Ippoc Amic said...

More poems please - and be nice to Daisy - she stands in the wrong lines too long. But, she does have company.