Tuesday February 7, 2006

now i raise my hand to answer

this poem is for
all the times
i never said what
was on my mind,
and regretted the
missed opportunity.
here i have my chance
to say all the thoughts
that flowed back inside
my head and weren’t said:
no, my eyes were open
when i chose this shirt
and that’s not a stain
on my tie, it’s a design.
i do get hives
when i eat seafood,
why do you ask?
of course i don’t know
the speed limit,
i was driving
too fast to read
the signs as i sped by.
oh dear, no,
i said ‘please pass the
shiitake mushrooms.’
as a matter of fact,
you’re stupider.