Booger Small

There was a little girl
who had a booger small.
She didn't know what to do with it,
so she stuck it on the wall.

One friend joined another
in that gob of greenish goo.
It seemed her only hobby
and every day it grew.

She painted herself a picture
of eyes, ears and nose.
Then she got creative
and gave him nine new toes.

In the morning she would greet him,
with a pucker and a kiss.
His face was nearly two palms wide.
It was very hard to miss.

Then one day he left her
and didn't say goodbye.
Her heart was nearly broke in two,
she couldn't help but cry.

Later she got a postcard,
in time for Sweet Sixteen.
"Love forever, Boogie."
It was signed in tell-tale green.

Copyright 6/8/1994

Bitterthought

When trees and bees and purpleness
Have flushed this world away.
And sanity has left the room,
Afraid of what to say.
I cry my tears of emptiness
And scream "It's all too soon!"
But it goes on and on
Around the moon
This craziness to be spent.
And I find myself wondering
Where have all the purple leaves went?
And so I laugh and sigh and bat my eyes
As the cow begins its song.
Wanting, needing, hoping,
That my pain will soon be gone.
For in my world of bitterthought
Crazy, at times, true,
Is told the story of who I am
As I try to talk to you.
For when nonsense words are truly heard
And laughed about with glee,
Between the text that makes no sense
Look there to find who's me.

copyright 9/10/2001