"tirimasu" poems
I see a monster
It is eating spaghetti
It is a good thing
I'm glad that it does
Not eat me or my brother
He likes spaghetti
We asked him his name
And he grumbled intensely,
"I'm Mr. Monster!"
He always came in
After a quarter past ten
And raided our fridge.
Frederiksburgville Town
Didn't usually have monsters
But they had pasta
And so the monster
Told the little children things
About from where it came
And it sang a song
That was very short and long
And it went like this:
Gobbledegook gobbledeedee
Fricasha bulungo tirimasu wings!
The children sat stunned
It was a horrible song
You can't sing along.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Shiny, I'll look at you as binary
0 0 1 0 1 0 1 0
you're wrong
the one point down that won't belong
smooth and dark and long
and yet I can't look you in the eye.
I know you're there
don't hide from me, I want to see
you and me but we
we'll never be in the same photograph.
You won't put down your bag
it's shiny too, chocolate coloured, tirimasu
matches your shoes, face, choose
now what.
They aren't my scars
you've got fires of your own
lift your shield, no shouts
no words
that I heard
you look confused, scared, cold
as if you feel yourself getting old
brass and bold
grabbing your arm to hold
I'll run the course of those tropics of dispar with my index finger
swim in them and then wondering, linger
if I stepped away from the mirror this morning
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC