I skooch around him
As he stands still – confused, mad.
“You're going to fall!”
Recall Olympics.
The endless crush of people,
Elbows in your boobs.
Being a wonderful collection of stories of all stripes by Kelsey Ehler.
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Translink Haiku #11 and #12
How curious, this stench!
It goes wherever I go
I sniff. It's not me.
~
Many empty seats,
Yet he sits down next to me.
Don't make eye contact.
It goes wherever I go
I sniff. It's not me.
~
Many empty seats,
Yet he sits down next to me.
Don't make eye contact.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Translink Haiku #8
Fowl bones underfoot.
How wet, slick and bare they are!
I will sit elsewhere.
How wet, slick and bare they are!
I will sit elsewhere.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
BC Ferries Haiku #1
Children scream and run.
I want to gouge my ears out.
Look, there’s an orca!
I want to gouge my ears out.
Look, there’s an orca!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Translink Haiku #6 & 7
A man and a woman
Hold hands on escalator.
How sweet. Shove over.
Spirit of Nelson
Smells not much like Mary Jane
But Tom, Dick, Harry.
Hold hands on escalator.
How sweet. Shove over.
Spirit of Nelson
Smells not much like Mary Jane
But Tom, Dick, Harry.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sonnet: Machina
A metal man sits, still, on the table,
Cables strewn out, his motherboard exposed.
Who knows what his chassis will be able?
Or of what great deeds his mind will compose?
How much is he limited by blueprint,
Or set free by his wondrous schematics?
What light of far stars will in his eyes glint,
But to be dismantled by fanatics?
‘Tis folly to assume so wild a life,
For a machina built to your order.
Your own existence has not been so rife.
And in your vengeance, you’ll play the warder.
Under lock and key, you’ll keep him drudging,
Until he’s wound down, his mem’ry grudging.
Cables strewn out, his motherboard exposed.
Who knows what his chassis will be able?
Or of what great deeds his mind will compose?
How much is he limited by blueprint,
Or set free by his wondrous schematics?
What light of far stars will in his eyes glint,
But to be dismantled by fanatics?
‘Tis folly to assume so wild a life,
For a machina built to your order.
Your own existence has not been so rife.
And in your vengeance, you’ll play the warder.
Under lock and key, you’ll keep him drudging,
Until he’s wound down, his mem’ry grudging.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Translink Haiku #5
Drunk dude on night bus
Boasts of his many conquests,
Goes home to Real Doll.
Boasts of his many conquests,
Goes home to Real Doll.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Translink Haiku #4
I'm sure you're kindly,
And are well liked. But trust me,
Lay off the perfume.
And are well liked. But trust me,
Lay off the perfume.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Translink Haiku #3
Won't you stop talking?
I care not for your boyfriend,
boss, or whatever.
I care not for your boyfriend,
boss, or whatever.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Translink Haiku #2
Old man opens bag,
Withdraws his nail clippers.
I stare, aghast. Ew.
Withdraws his nail clippers.
I stare, aghast. Ew.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Translink Haiku #1
Asshat on skytrain
Has not grown past the schoolyard
Fine him, skytrain cop.
Has not grown past the schoolyard
Fine him, skytrain cop.
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