Monday, December 31, 2007

4,3,2

dangit
I miscounted.
Just another year.
Goodbye you big ol' furry year.
Bring 'em home alive. Let's start helping people out with our hands and hearts rather than guns and bullets.
Goodnight, Gorgeous. Wake me in spring.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy Happy 2008!!!! Did you get the four jars of stress pills I sent? LOL!! :-)

Rachel said...

Hey, thanks for the comment! I'm not sure if I'll continue that novel, it's not as intriguing as my others. I think I'll put parts of others up soon.

I like this poem, and you're writing style, it's very cynically blunt, which I love.

Endymion said...

Thanks, kreative. Send more pills.

Thanks, rachel. I didn't really think of it in terms of "poem," just incomplete thoughts not related to anything on earth.