Thursday, February 15, 2007

Tastes like Wombat


Polar orbit moon shot
In the dog house with Woodstock
These doors are immense
But we can’t get through

Millennial snob haircuts
Queen Victoria’s a big slut
These windows are opportune
But we can’t get through

Peaking too soon
Some generations go boom
These walls don’t exist
But we can’t get through

Our special this evening
Is a well braised rabbit
On a bed of mixed metaphors
But let us prove our hue

1 comment:

Ronnie Larsen said...

These walls don’t exist
But we can’t get through

So true! So True

I'm starting to read yopur poems diffferently...they don;t affect me so much as a whole as much as one or two lines will just hit me like an arrow. very interesting. i'm still thinking about the scab line in the other one.

PS i'm so happy you liked the film. truly. your comments meant alot to me and i loved you analysis. Urinenalisis?