This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Monday, May 3, 2010

A Dream In A Minor

A Dream In A Minor

The moon is just a stinking piece of meat
Microwave toaster cakes and morning glory mornings
All is well in the life of a goat herder
I shall eat pancakes on your grave

Microwave toaster cakes and morning glory mornings
I will gladly pay you Thursday for a hamburger today
I shall eat pancakes on your grave
While bunnies dance in the colored winds of summer

I will gladly pay you Thursday for a hamburger today
False, because ice cream has no bones
While bunnies dance in the colored winds of summer
I lie awake at night, fearing they will come

False, ice cream doesn’t have any bones
The moon is just a rotten slab of meat
I’m awake at night, because I know they are coming
All is not well in the life of a goat herder

Dreams come and go
Yet some we keep
The damnedest things
While we’re asleep
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  1. AnonymousMonday, May 10, 2010 at 3:13:00 AM PDT

    I LOVE IT>>>>

    Im sure I could dig a million meanings out of this... Would love to see it analyzed by a class... But i dont have to analyze it to enjoy it. Yout got my attention right away. Held me is suspense the entire time... and left me wanting more... theres a lot to be said for madness. Its in all of us you know.

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