I recently went through all of my MySpace blogs and copied them to my computer (just in case), and I realized how much poetry I actually have. It's kind of scary. Most of them are... bleak. Some of them are so odd that I can't figure out why I wrote them in the first place. But I do like a lot of them, and because I haven't posted in a while (and because it's cold in Houston) here's one of my favorites:
Suicide Snowman
cold outside
frozen day
bundle up in mittens, hats, big furry boots
unless a snowman
who likes icy air
white flurries of snow
make him fatter
all friends and family drifting through wind
until the sun comes out
warm and shining
drip, drip
snow to water
snowman lonely
as his family changes
flows away
what next
but to go with them
with the sun looking on
jump
body on the street
going to water the grass
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