Wednesday 15 May 2013

Sweet Like a Crow

Your smile looks like a cow being shoved
into a slaughter house
like somebody who heard the funnest joke
like a fish swimming in a current
like a shinning tomato, like someone turning on 60 lamps
in a dark room, like a giraffe dying,
a mango being slice
a head nodding beat
a kookabura chanting at Chancellor Hall
like a pigeon swimming throw the air
like a eye getting smashed by a baseball
like the crowd at a Megadeth concert
a tin full of cookies, a greed toad
with a cricket on it's tongue
like a Boeing 747 from Beijing
like Air China peanuts,
a candle flame flickering, like twenty
burgers being squashed
by sixteen sashimi chefs in a dimly lit restaurant.

Wednesday 1 May 2013

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening- Copy Change Poem

Whose muscles these are I think I know.
His biceps are massive, incredibly so;
He will not glipse at me working out
For his triceps are too great for me
He must believe that it is strange
To pause here without any muscles
With droopy triceps and big belly
Around the nearest gym.
He lifts his shirt making me jelly,
And asks why I'm so smelly
A tense quiet follows awaiting my answer
The silent beating of my heart.
The thought of muscles excite me
But to get won't be a cup of tea,
And gotta train for weeks before I'm buff,
And gotta train for weeks before I'm buff.