04-02-2015, 08:09 AM
Ooh, Baby, You're A Fool To Try
A perfect fool, I claim the stage
well practiced in my fated role.
I throw tomatoes at the page
in hopes that I'll somehow cajole
some meaning from the random splash,
some accident I might control.
I churn my brain but still rehash
the same ideas that rise and swarm;
they taste the air then burn and crash.
I'll take a stab and try each form,
use kerosene and lighted match
to heat up what is just lukewarm.
My gift to you as spring chicks hatch:
You're not the worst poem in the batch.
A perfect fool, I claim the stage
well practiced in my fated role.
I throw tomatoes at the page
in hopes that I'll somehow cajole
some meaning from the random splash,
some accident I might control.
I churn my brain but still rehash
the same ideas that rise and swarm;
they taste the air then burn and crash.
I'll take a stab and try each form,
use kerosene and lighted match
to heat up what is just lukewarm.
My gift to you as spring chicks hatch:
You're not the worst poem in the batch.
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