parachuting peas

Thursday, August 09, 2007

today/tomorrow

i don't like today
so i'm going to sleep now
and hopefully
by the time i wake up
it'll be tomorrow

Friday, April 06, 2007

begin and end

to start something
is to move it closer to the end
the longer it's done
the further it is from when it began

so goes the life cycle
of rebirth and death
you know when you start
but not when you end

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

miss no no

Just need some sleep
can't go on like this
I tried counting sheep
there's always one I always miss

dont want to be alone
with nothing to call my own
when the chills get to your bones
you gotta let go.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

my weird monster

that thing in my closet

which isn't clothes

is beyond my comprehension

and without any toes

it smells really weird

and it has a green beard

with tiny eyes that mesmerise

and a strange liking for pies

oh what oh what could it be

could it have come from the sea?

with its big floppy ears as flippers

and its many many zippers?

oh what could it be?

hm.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

on a lonely moss green hill
was pelican joe
a pelican with, a big purple nose
he stubbed his toes
and broke his bones
and no, no, no, he didn't know
that no, no, joe, he wasn't alone!

a cloud of dust
the smell of rust
twas monster gory gus
of utter, utter disgust
said gus ' im gonna catch you fast,
for dinner at last!'

and no, no, no, joe didn't know
that no, no, joe, you aren't alone!

Monday, February 05, 2007

My flightq

a tad bit squeezy,
a tad too full
a tad too sleepy
i'm scared i'll drool

the plane's a roaring
i feel a move
a tug a bump
and off we go!

-fk

Friday, February 02, 2007

the singing toes

alas, from my feet, came a noise
so bewildering, yet with poise
a chorus, a tune
from tonedeafness, quite immune.
i stared down at the high pitched commotion
and was touched by their devotion,
my toes, all toes, altos.

-fk