Poems

Bees

I think that I shall never see
A monster horrid as the bee.

The bee that hovers just right there
And buzzes loudly in my hair.

Who flies, though never far from earth
And swarms upon my home and hearth.

In colonies they build their nests.
And never seeking any rest

They build the nest by night and day,
Upon my rafters do they stay.

Numberless uninvited guests
Will never grant me any rest.

A poison spray upon these pests—
I lay a seige upon their nests.

A house is built from a lovely tree,
But why did God make the bee?

2005-04-17

The Story of My Life

I should have stopped my eating before that
Large piece of chocholate cake. Velveeta cheese
And nachos—quite sufficient for dessert.
What was I thinking, downing that much food?
By napping here and barely moving, I
Avoid the pain, await the digestion.
My energy should return after sleep
Has taken over and subsided. But
I wonder first about the remaining fries.

2005-04-01

Ode to Internet Explorer

The Internet Explorer never sets/the width of frame correctly, that's unless/the writer takes some pains to fill the screen/with text. If only Firefox were here.

2005-04-01