Saturday, December 20, 2008

mackerel daze

'First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow..'
- The Replacements, 'Here Comes a Regular'

'Excuse me while I kiss the sky.'
- Jimi Hendrix, 'Purple Haze'

Minneapolis Landmark
Someday I hope
we have enough money
to live comfortably
on the shores
of Lake of the Whales.
To wake up each day
beneath blue skies,
a warm cup of coffee in hand,
whales breaching just
two hundred yards offshore,
and the morning sun
the IDS Tower
off in the distance...
what in the world
could possibly
more inspiring
than that?

A stale bagel on a train
in Grand Central Station?
Yeah, somehow
I don't think so.

* A side note: If this was someone else's poem, I might be liable to say something like, 'That's not too bad. Do you have any poems that aren't about erections?'

A lot of people don't know this but I could be a real jerk if I wanted to be. It's a suit in my closet that I rarely wear, but it fits me - to a T.


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