"A Little Poetry"

I wrote these today on my lunch break. Enjoy.


-START-

Good morning to the evening air
Trapped inside the blanket warmth of bedrooms

the cool wood cracks under my heavy slow steps
i scratch

the coffee is yet unmade
like a lazy piece of stone before the chisel
of someone...else

soon the dog will activate suddenly
from the whine of a tiny motor crushing
burnt beans to powerful dust
a beautiful drug's first breath
replacing evening air


-J.F. IS DEAD-
(a tribute to the poetic style of Stephen Crane)

A fat man died today
And stood before the gates of golden Nirvana.
He was met by two nude men who smiled and
dripped with creamy pearls of sweat.
"Welcome, friend!" they beamed and went to hug him.
The fat man screamed and ran
Panicked into a forest of dark wood,
Gnashing his teeth.