Shower poem 12
One day our bodies will connect
To what we call the Internet
And at that time shall Google be
Searching our biology
For popular alleles
That tell exciting tales
And turn into the latest memes
Like Being spelled without the e
Shower poem 10
Tonight we catch a few more Z’s
Like zip and zest and hopefully
A zap of zealous energy!
Shower poem 8
Mr. Cohen, thanks to you
I paint away an afternoon
Listening to stories set to music
No cares, no worries, nothing left
Except the paint, brush, and canvas
And don’t forget the self
Before you lose it!
Mr. Cohen
Mr. Cohen
Mr. Cohen
Mr. C-oh-en
Shower poem 6
Ginger and Bob said hello
To mysterious Jamaica Joe
Raised on a blue mountain
You might think a wild one
Surprisingly, though, quite mellow
Shower poem 5
While modern communication
Works well in most situations
It increasingly shrinks
Until one day a blink
May signal silent affirmation
Shower poem 2
Today I got a physical
The bulk of which was trivial
Except that triple shot I got
Which made me feel quite miserable
Shower poem 1
You have the distinction
Like it or not
Of being the first
To hear what I’ve got
To say in the shower
Where it is hot
And relaxing
If only I had a big chair
If only I had a big chair
In which I could sit, sigh, and stare
Though only a minute
Would I ever sit in it
For life is a jealous affair
A serious sonnet
Such soft allure mine eyes could feign resist
Till light denied belied thy faintest glow
And feeling touched a pursed lip to assist
Resistance by lone vote was overthrown
When suddenly a furry yellow thing
Grabbed hold with its hind legs as if for life
And eagerly began to hump in sync
With ours a trio’s bestial delight
Though struggling to free our furry friend
Proved insurmountable until we ceased
We found ourselves yet able to pretend
That of the three we were the only beasts
Thus soon ended a brief unplanned affair
That ended with a mouth of yellow hair
Smile a simple smile
Smile a simple smile
Wave and say hello
While thinking all the while
Of hidden lies below
I speak only to equals
I speak only to equals
But find there are none
Else counting myself
As half of one
Tangibility
Pale, cold, and grey
Thrown over a motley whirl
Of sensorial expectations
Our theories emerge ideal
Precisely by resisting
Tangibility
As usual, the meeting began
As usual, the meeting began,
Agenda in everyone’s hand,
And, then, suddenly,
An employee
Announced that he quit and then ran.
In foxholes
In foxholes no atheists dwell,
Because foxholes are basically Hell.
And Heaven can be
Almost literally
Anything you live to tell.
How to handle disappointment
The anticlimactic stress
Of a disappointed mess
Is usually best addressed
By comforting the unrest
And smothering it to death
The impending update
Welcome to the uncomfortable silence
Of the impending update
Where screen refreshes
Are anything but
And patience is measured
In kilobytes
Time for a new story
And now for a new story
Wherein I race past rebellion
Into the cold comfort of complacence
Following the path of least resistance
Insistent on being made
With long-sleeve pastel cotton shirts
A shiny silver watch
To beam success into the ether
Slacks for never slacking
Over brown boats that float on concrete