Poems From The Archive
Posted on January 19th, 2010 in poetry | No Comments »
So I have been busy studying (which thankfully will be over this week) and haven’t really had the time to add new content, so I thought maybe I would dig in to the archives and post some poems that I have written over various times over the last fifteen years. I posted one of my favorites back in my 2/27/09 post and honestly got very little feedback. Regardless, I am doing it again but am going to post a few of them this time.
This first one I wrote my senior year in high school while listening to Dark Side of the Moon at my friend Chris’s house. I’m not exactly sure what I was thinking or what this is all about, but I always liked it.
THE BUNNY 
In a dry field, there laid a bunny which
appeared dead. I sat down next to it.
The bunny arose from its deep sleep.
In a fierce rage it ate off my foot,
and fed my toes to its children.
However my foot mysteriously grew back.
I wrote this next one for a poetry class that I was taking during my junior year of college. I remember my teacher telling me that I was the least poetic person that he ever taught and that even though I blatantly ignored his advice on the rules and rhythm of poetry and kept writing these “smart ass things” (he didn’t want to call them poems) he couldn’t help give me anything lower than a B because they were original and made him laugh. All of the other students were writing these dark and depressing poems about being dumped, or growing up fat or whatever. One day I should really do a post about poetry majors in college. They were an interesting bunch, wore lots of black. I felt like I was at a Cure concert more than I did a college class. Here’s an example of one of mine…
QUALITY TELEVISION
In the late morning
Or in the late night
There is a program
Which brings T.V. to new heights
When flipping through the channels
You feel there’s no place to go
Check your local listings
For the Jerry Springer show
The show is about lost love
And people’s cheating ways
The drama will captivate you
For many many days
The cross dressers and strippers
Have oh so much class
And if you are lucky
A guest will show you their ass
If violence is your thing
This show is also for you
Do you want to see a fight?
There’s one every minute or two
When a brawl breaks out
Things don’t get too scary
The body guard breaks ‘em up
While the crowd chants “Jerry!”
Now you can forget Jenny Jones
And tell Rosie to go to hell
Geraldo has lost it
And how terrible is Montel?
Don’t tell me you miss
That old fart Donahue
Jerry has incest, love triangles
And twelve year olds banging people that are 72
Now everyone listen
To everything I have just said
Watch Springer nightly
While eating dinner or lying in bed
And forget about everything
Your teachers and parents ever taught
You will gain all the wisdom you need
From Jerry’s final thought
I wrote these next two poems while working for the marketing department at Monster Cable back in 2001. We had a team meeting every week where everyone filled out this little sheet with their meeting items. Since I was basically a grunt, I never had anything that I could add to the meeting. So instead of writing some BS on the meeting spreadsheet I wrote little poems to lighten the mood. Here are a couple examples…
Leroy
I knew this guy by the name of Ned
He looked more like a Leroy
But I called him Fred
Now Fred was looking for a girl to marry
I thought it’d be hard
‘cause his head was bald and his body, harry
He met a girl named Sheila while working in Bakersfield
She was drinking whisky
And dancing on his windshield
He said, “Hey there Sheila, tell me what’s your name?”
She said, “I’m Leroy.”
He said, “What a crazy world, mine’s the same.”
The two were wed just 2 short weeks later
They now live in Santa Fe, New Mexico,
with Leroy their pet alligator.
And…
Jake the Lonely Snake
Jake was a snake
That learned how to push a rake
So he could earn some extra cash
To buy some doughnuts and some hash
And take the ladies out
To slide and slither all about
But that Jake one day, he got lonely
He said, “I want a woman to be my one and only”
He’d look back at his earlier days
And decided to change his ways
So he slid back into his hole
To think and get advice from Murry the mole
He finely met a woman named Jenny
Her fangs were shiny like a new penny
He said, “baby I want to get with you”
She said, “forget it Jake we’re through”
He asked, “why baby? For goodness sake.”
She said, “because I want a doctor not some looser that pushes a rake”
Ok, last one for now. This I wrote while I was unemployed after being laid off from that job at Monster Cable. Maybe they didn’t like my poems. I actually wrote a ton during this time of unemployment and like the poem I posted on 2/27/09, here’s an example.
NEVER DATE SOMEONE YOU RESCUED FROM A PORT-O-LET
I remember the day that you and I first met
I was locked inside of a port-o-let
You heard my screams and tore off the door
Then the thing tipped over and we were covered in feces galore
I called you my hero, then asked if I could take you to dinner
You gave me your number and said to call when I got thinner
I lost some weight and phoned but you wouldn’t return my calls
Then when we finely got together you broke your leg tripping over my balls
I apologized and explained that it happens all the time
We went to the hospital and I had no change for the meter so you leant me a dime
The doc called you in and said it was time for your x-ray
I asked if I could get one too, and he said maybe some other day
I told him to take extra special care of the girl I love
And then I asked him if I could have some of his rubber gloves
You were in a cast for seven or eight weeks
You wouldn’t talk to me but I had your name tattooed on my butt cheeks
I showed up at your place one night and asked if you would marry me
But I was greeted at the door by your new boyfriend Wing Phat Lee
You yelled that you thought I was sick from a window on the second floor
Then Wing Phat tai kwon doed my ass on the porch by the front door
I tried to see you but some crazy cop said you have a restraining order
Then I told the cop that it’s okay, I just have social anxiety disorder
I just kept on walking, until that pig threw me in jail
So you are my one phone call baby, I’m broke, do you mind paying my bail?
Ok, so I am no Robert Frost, but I never claimed to be. By the way, he has one of my favorite all time quotes, “Fences make the best neighbors”. I just think it’s funny. I hope you enjoyed my poems or they at least killed a few boring minutes at work for you. I’ll get some more up there some other time. In the meantime, there will be more on the top 100 movie countdown and all the other stuff I usually do. Stay dry out there.

Speaking of movie slayers, check out the trailer to
Hudson fluff. This movie is funny, very clever and bends the genre to a place that sorta makes it another genre. The lead performances are great.