Ode to the 7-foot yellow-orange two-oared rowboat,
You smell like paint and old fish,
Mostly old fish,
Your paint is coming off, due to bad paint choice,
Your oars are crooked from bad weather, and me hitting my brother on the head with it,
Mostly hitting my brother on the head
Your hull is cracked due to me crashing you against rocks,
You taste like waste, though I’ve never tasted you before,
You sound like constant cracking and popping,
Cause I never got around to cleaning you,
But heck, you’re the best boat this side of the Rockies
: )

Jiggs the Trolley dog**
was his name
His favorite past time
was basically a game
He got on a trolley
at 9 o'clock
And tried to get home
before it was dark

Dark
nice but dark
I can at least
make out your face
if I focus on that
the darkness
will go away

Peaceful
its almost too peaceful
but I like it
Its quiet too
not many people
stay up late outside
when its cold
but we don't care
or at least
I don't

If you hold
onto me
and I onto you
it could be
the darkest of darkness
but I wouldn't care
cause you
would be my light