Tuesday, January 26, 2010

haha

A Martian Named John

There’s a Martian living on my block,
Don’t know if we’ll exchange breaths today.
His arms are red with claws for toes,
And often he’ll shout words through his nose.

See my block is in the ‘burbs, they say,
The southern part of San Jose.
And the people here are nice, I guess,
But they like to close their doors and walls.

On one special day, the claws came out to play.
“I’ve lived here 7 years”, the Martian said,
So full of dread, “And never did I know a man,
Who lives within that tree-lined pad.”

The Martian said his name was John, (Hello everyone, my name is John)
But all these years he went by Bob. (People just started calling me Bob)
The neighbors gaped, they did not know,
As John’s neutral mask fell to the flo’.

And underneath the real thing looked,
At all the neighbors, ready with hooks.
But I stood out and yelled, “Please wait,
Don’t you see what John’s done this day?”

The people turned toward unknown faces,
Unknown kids and unknown races.
A man who’d complained of overgrown branches,
Finally said thanks for apple packed lunches.

And all the people met their neighbors,
Shook hands and patted backs that gave them,
A quiet place to live and stay, but John
He up and walked away, and winked at me,

As he left for now. Would they remember,
Red arms and claws and Martian face?
I’d never met a Martian before that day,
And I sure hoped he was here to stay.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Another one

Didn't mean to write a poem, but had this amazing image come to me in the car driving home as I pretended to be a hip hop artist. I wrote the image down, then continued to write and I suppose I'll just call it a poem, or whatever.

A Violent Embrace

I want to cut off your lips and place
Them in a bottle with mine.
I'm going to shake that bottle,
Shake, shake it,
A million times,
A million kisses,
Covering all area of the skin.
No two kisses the same.
We'll keep kissing until
The lips go dry,
Then I'll add water,
And we'll kiss some more.
We'll keep kissing, til the bottle hits the floor.

It's not the best rhyme, and I could probably work on it some more to make it more powerful, but as it is, I think the idea is pretty cool.