Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. For his delight is in the law of the LORD, and in his law doth he meditate day and night. -Psalm 1:1,2
3.27.2008
4:10 pm
Here are 2 more poem's I've just written. The serpent in my bed and The real Boo. Enjoy! 2 more to go!
The Serpent in My Bed
I was about to sleep
I picked my way across the room,
Turned on the lights,
Then
I stepped on a
Warm,
Smooth,
Pulsing,
Breathing,
Object.
Jem?
What does a snake feel like?
Sort of rough,
Cold,
Dusty,
Why?
I think there’s one under the bed.
Can you come look?
Are you bein’ funny?
He opened the door.
You’d better get on the bed.
He poked under the bed with the broom he retrieved.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Grunt.
Grunt?
Do snakes grunt?
It ain’t a snake,
It’s somebody.
Something was emerging.
Slowly,
we felt the tension rising -
Then we saw it.
Dill.
I was speechless.
The Real Boo
He had been leaning against the wall
He didn’t seem very tall at all
His arms were folded ‘cross his chest
His hands were sickly white, no less
His khaki pants were stained with sand
His denim shirt was torn and rent
His cheeks were thin to hollowness
His eyes so grey, so colourless
But inside him was a different story,
He wasn’t really all that gloomy
His lips parted into a timid smile
I returned that gesture, sweet and mild
