A Menagerie of Poetry

The smell of mini banana muffins floods my home, contrasting beautifully with the danky delightful rain outside.

Ever since I've begun reading Heat, I feel sinful using prepackaged pasta instead of pasta fresca.. it is an influential book.

Last night my youth group held a co-ed sleepover but I couldn't go...I was making some dough.

Late one morning I was reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and was inspired to write a poem.

If I am wrong in waiting for thee thusly;
If my heart seems too meek for one so learned,
Then thou must re-examine all thy wisdom
And peer behind my masquerade. I have yearned
So oft in twilight violet for one sweet murmur,
Have dreamed ‘twixt fitful slumbers of thy face,
Only to hear thy scorning of my virtue
And thy abandoning of my guarded grace.

Whatever. It may not be true, but it is considerably vindictive.
And then it rained in September (like it's raining right now) and I wrote another poem.

Ah, rain song!
I see you tinkering your dimples
onto the
street,
your simpering pimples on the pagan streets

Sweet water!
trickling around my sinuses into
my heart,
your loquaciousness
lodging aboard
the blood-works of my heart

POUND POUND POUND

tickle.