jesus

i thought i saw him
you know - just once
looking down at my cheese plate.
that certain, sober bearded face
with a lacklustre grin
and the holiest of holies
was held in my hand. but not swiss.
and perhaps that alone
should convince me - it's far
more than some go by
but it's just cheese, it's just cheese

moleskine

crakced open a new moleskine. decided it needed a bit of warning incase i lose it - so here's the promise i wrote in the front. translation - if you don't publish these, I will haunt you.


If you are reading this
I'm sorry. You're tied
To a promise.
The last will and testament
Of Elliot M. Fry;
All of my poems
Each last, lingering line
Publish them all
To be read all of time.
Fear to the man
Who disregards this oath
For I'll pester from the bones
Or with ashes, choke.

random

this one is old but i still like it

like peas and carrots

when things go together it's very easy to see

on a plate peas and carrots, they just agree

or crackers and cheese, we're intertwined

two people combined

so deeply, madly, really, in love.

that when it's time to go, they can't let go of

eachothers arms, so they climb back into bed

for eachothers charms, he kisses her head

just lying there doing nothing at all

iris to iris, heart to heart, world so small.

sonnet

i've been reading many sonnets for english literature in college, so here's one i wrote myself in that sort of shakespearean style

sonnet for sleep

when betwixt the twighlight light

upon pillow doth thine sweet head find

and steal slumber from skies sun bright

which modern age hath much maligned

and if thy thoughts twist and turn t'dreams

I fruitlessly ask to think of naught but me

in failure still your beauty redeems

mine eyes hold vision shape aphrodite

so you do not stir, awhile I contemplate

thy waist, thy breast, thy eyes, thy face

for circle dawning moment of eyes i await

a moment more cannot I without embrace

but fret not that the end of your sleep is nigh

for there is no better waking than with you and I

barbie

They tell me about how they've tried to find

The perfect girl with blue eyes kind

And golden locks and a figure fine,

And a yard wide smile with teeth that shine

So, mainly, sexy, popular and rich

Doesnt matter if she's not a bitch

A large catalog of trivial things

Is what they believe true happiness brings

But I really havn't the heart

To tell them what to you I will now impart

That this girl exists, gathering dust,

All pretty and blonde with large bust

Just sitting lonley opon a bedroom shelf,

Hi, barbie's her name - i'll pass myself

She's hollow and plastic and lacks a brain,

With millions of copies of her all the same.

something

A tiny tug and a loud heart thud

All slowed down. And a lungful of mud

Catch quick breath to loose it again

For fear and fear of fear are the same

Then takes and blocks your throat to speak

Averts your eyes, forces your knees weak

With pumping blood

And tear ducts flood

The only thing left to hear

Is the fear, the fear, the fear, the fear.

current

this is what i just wrote in a snap, kind of something current.

voice from another time

remote, fond, mine

traverse the sea

in wires for me

soul to soul phone line

And this is something a few months at least old :)

i wish i had something to spend on her,

but I dont, so this poem i've penned.

though the last few weeks have been a blur,

there's not a moment i'd amend.

see,it's not been long since we met

and it could have never happened at all

if you'd not gone, then i'd regret

never meeting you, i'd never recall

that first glance of your pretty face

and the way your eyes came up to find

mine, and everything i planned to say had been erased

all the words in my mouth thrown out of my mind.