poesie
10/26/2004 12:27 a.m.
Poesie.com, the site where I used to post poems, is closing down in five days, so I'm rushing to move everything of value over. and some things that are of NO value. yeah. I liked half a poem... so I'm putting it here...

I wish I were still playing "tribal kitchen"
with Callie like when I was four
pulling up weeds to make pies and soup
picking berries from the trees
climbing huge weeping willows
scraped knees
bleeding elbows

so I'm going to go move stuff. grrr.

this is just silly, but I'd like to save it somehow...

I'm okay with playing with words Words and I have a nice time, dashing about Certainly words love the people who play with them But I wouldn't ever call someone 'Ears with Feet' Yeah, it's pretty enough to think of A cute set of ears with some tiny little feet Walking all clumisly to a Tori Amos concert But you must know that the audience is so much more than that Those people who come to hear you sing The ones who know you so well You have to know that they've so much more than ears They love their ears, just as I love words, But ears can only get you so far Those ears with feet have brains And mouths... mouths that don't have to be silent as hers was Hands that are capable just like hers Legs, and arms, hair, teeth... We're more than just 'ears with feet' But I guess you can call us whatever you like
I am currently Tired
I am listening to Eric watching ESPN