I was reading through a notebook I kept in high school and college tonight. It seems I wrote a lot more then than I do now. That’s kind of a shame.

Anyhoo, I found two old “poems” that I figured I might as well put up here.
I wonder when I buy it
how will it be sold?
When the buckets’ kicked and the ticket punched
how will it be sold?
Maybe there’ll be a sale on drownings
but those things never fit me right.
(wrong color for the eyes)
Perhaps a gun-shot wound?
Nah-too modern, when I go
I want it with style that’s fairly retro.
Crucifixion’s a bit of overkill
I wouldn’t be able to cover the bill.
Stoned to death? Such a drab!
I’ll let someone else pick up that tab.
That’s about all I have for that. It went on a but further but it made even less sense than what I typed out already. So without further ado here’s the other one I found.
Today I saw a man turn green and huge and smash things uo.
I can relate.
The other day I read of a man, laughing up and burning;
another smearing butter on his face.
I think I can relate.
There’s seasons for all sorts.
A carousel, up and down, up and down.
This is one of the down days.
I once read of a man who wanted to be a crab.
I can relate to that.
And then, then there was once this lad, the formal coatsman
once blinded he gave up everything he had.
Not quite there- but I still relate to that.
You know how it’s supposed to go:
up and down, up and down
This is definitely one of those down days.
I learned of a man who taught relativity, had crazy hair.
I bet I can relate.
Then there was a guy-almost had his face chewed off by rats. Rats!
Perhaps, just perhaps, I can relate to that.
This guy got stabbed in the back!
Another, heart attack!
I’m drawing close to that.
So anyway there we go. I never claimed to be a poet but I thought these poems were entertaining nevertheless. Maybe if I find some more stuff I used to write I could post it up here. Until then, stay safe loyal SOLMI fans.