My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Day 17 - Brrrrrr!!

I was supposed to work an 8 hour PNE shift today... which because of the whether and resulting lack of people would have meant standing around cold and soggy for that time. Mercifully, I was allowed to leave early and only had to stand around cold and soggy for 4 hours. I couldn't decide if I wanted this poem to be funny or not.... so take it as you will.

Storm's a Brewin'
If I gouged out my eyes
I would still see the rain

If I tore off my ears
I would still hear it fall

If I amputated my feet
I would still feel them, damp and cold

If I shaved off all my hair
It would still catch the drops and send them slithering down my neck

Until I get out of this damn storm
It will keep chilling me

When I get home to you
I will finally be warm
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