The Curse
This book is dedicated to Olin Sikes
Thanks (or blame) goes to Jennifer Nelson, Shawn ‘Pig Pen’ Copeland, Dennis Laird and Alex Honke for helping me to inflict this dark vision upon the world
I promise the next one won’t be quite so gloomy, unless of course we all blow ourselves up before I can get around to it.
It’s All in Your Mind
Just pick a name
Any name will do
And I’ll write a poem about it for you
It isn’t that hard
If you know when to bend
And when to just let it stretch out to the end
It’s all in your mind
Or is it in mine?
They seem to have somehow become intertwined
I can’t take you there
I just point out the way
And you decide just what I’m trying to say
Five Again
Down in the sandbox the weather’s fine
And it’s recess all the time
Nothing to do
No homework’s due
And everyday’s a holiday
A vacant lot behind every house
With no authority about
Couldn’t care less
If you’re a mess
And all you have to do is play
Will the summer ever end?
If it does we’ll just pretend
We’re on an island in the sun
With Gilligan and all his friends
The day before kindergarten was fine
You didn’t have to be anywhere on time
The day before kindergarten was fun
But seemed to be over ’fore it had begun
A tire swing over every creek
Who cares if your canoe leaks
With no dismay
About yesterday
Tomorrow or much less next week
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