"boondoggle" poems
From my chair
Through the air
I want my info now
Truth or dare
I don’t care
Give me info now
Hip wired infolites
Something bout usage rights
Whereas my info wow
Flying flags ever knowing
Looking back never going
Here’s my info now
Meaning without content
Exists without it being sent
The contents meaning slowly dies
Contending feeds on sore full eyes
Mercy typo pings brindle blogger
Immortal mention 2 NSA loggers
Wikimaster with google goggles
Seeks truthess acknak for boondoggle
Give me just a little push
My parental burning bush
Life lite the snippet deluxe
Youtube the world gone amuck
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
I should stop thinking about you
when a song plays over the buzz of caffeine drinkers’ talk
and I immediately track back to our first dance
when you took me in your arms
I should stop thinking about you
when I pass by the bookstore
and see your favourite book, on the raised shelf
and remember your fingers as you ghost every page like they ghosted over my spine
I should stop thinking about you
it’s dangerous during daytime
to daydream meeting you around the corner
and kissing your neck like I always want to
I should stop thinking about you
you’re a boondoggle in my headspace
day and night, always out of sight
but never, ever out of my mind
I should stop thinking about you
how we looked at stars when we should have gone home
how you told me lines from my favourite book
and held my hand because you simply wanted to
it felt
right.
you feel
like the best movie on Friday nights
snuggled up in pyjamas
a comfort I would never exchange
you feel
right.
but right isn’t always the end
and sometimes we have to take the left turn
to find the end of the road
where we found ourselves
three years ago
I still think of you
during the fall
when autumn leaves drop
softly, like I did
for you
I still think of you
on cold nights
wondering if you’re warm
if the scarf I gave you is still holding up
I still think of you
during the summer
how you would go to my house
and ask me to go on bike rides
I still think of you
whenever springtime rolls around
a different place, every break
a different adventure, we would take
but now
that’s all gone
memories and stories
but we no longer exist
and
I should stop thinking about you
but I can’t
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC