Jeff Thelen |
Glorious Adjectives and Monstrous Adverbs
cleverly written upon the back of a ketchup stained napkinmelancholy imagery eerily shakes the rigid minds
of those fearless executives
as they loudly slurp their watered-down coffee
and the angst filled punks
sit silently staring
at the giant maple trees
as they tumble vigorously to the ground
and the slurping is unavoidably heard
above the boisterous crash of nature's old friend
and the innocent napkin is burned
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Friday, November 11, 2005
Banquet
Mom's specialCrepes on Saturday
For breakfast
The dessert of kings
My siblings
And I
Sit on our thrones
Around the kitchen table
Immersed in our golden plates
Full of freash sourcream
And newly picked strawberries
And the finest powdered sugar
No conversation
Just wind
Echoing across the great hall
When the meal ends
An uproar of applause
Breaks the silence
To honor
The Cook
Then we return to our lives
As peasants
On a special
Saturday morning
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Friday, November 04, 2005
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