Ode to My Pen

My pen has lots of ink
I use it every day.
No, I lied, I usually use a pencil.

6 November 1995

Balogna

I do not like balogna.
It is not found in nature.
If we were meant to eat balogna,
it would grow on trees.

8 November 1995

1996

The world:
spinning, spinning.
Too fast!
I feel sick.

don't know when?

Nature Sucks

I sit in the shade,
for the sun gives me a rash
like fire in a field.

6 May 1997

Ode to Elvis

a peach
round and fat
with little bits of fuzz

peach, fat, fuzz

1991

My feet a few short ones Sandy, the Crazy Bitch
A Sonnet sonnet 18 playing with gods veto lost
fruitcake Reuben Ode to My Pits kindred souls
A Remark I Made Last Summer
in Norway While Hiking in the Fjords
with My Second Cousin, Phil, and His Dog, Friedrich
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