Wednesday, August 6, 2008

a strange man...


I saw a white haired man today at work who inspired this minor poem. The picture above is not the man I saw, wish it was though. I hope this bit of word play is fun to read.

His beard is as white
As powdered drugs
His smile is as black
As midnight bugs

He wakes from a bed
Of dirty needles
And starts his day
With breakfast eels

He goes to the store
Dressed in flesh
He arrives back home
W/leeches on his chest

For dinner he licks
Frozen antique nails
For dessert he eats a
Bowl of lab rat tails

He makes no apologies
He likes being weird
We shouldn’t judge
The oddball w/the white beard

3 comments:

Mike Hughes said...

And that oddball was Robert Frost, of course.

Chris S said...

Or isn't he a bit of all of us? Also, fun poem Jeff, I like. Especially breakfast eels.

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