Hollywood Poetry- "Around Those Stars"
Once upon a time, an artist stole the kid’s
coloring book after feeding pizza to mice, for darkness
on habit transformed his easy moves and the Mexican
afghan shivered their bones. A terrible nurse
saw kites down long beaches yesterday before
calling a lazy police officer whose crayons exploded
from a treasure chest, although many wicked leaders
up more streets to Los Angeles attended magic
shows along fancy cement towards joggers in rainbows.
Cats were talking to their respective owners about
the sanity of mice when this burglar chased a
smoking cowboy into a Chinese donut shop;
my officer-in-chief gave the artist his treasure
chest and asked some stranger dressed as Mickey
Mouse to a local farmer’s market where sauces
hung in funny labels. Mickey Mouse of course said,
“I love the taste of cheap pepperoni and we
didn’t even have to color the book.”
*This is based on my experiences in Hollywood in a fictional but realistic way. “Treasure chest” is an alliteration if you pay attention to the phrase’s sounds and cats, because of machinery, may talk in the future if we so let them talk.
School Poetry- "Empty Lessons"
A novel is as long as ten subjects.
For originality, what is the division?
More sounds are on the finger that counts.
Time is its own spirit of the greeting.
I wake by picture, dream out of returned opinions.
Anything is something else.
Prisons are on call to reserved locations, like bias.
We can probably swim in authority to fresh zooes.
Traffic is in a song.
Some teacher who isn’t a master is no teacher at all.
One performance without guidance is just showing off.
Truth isn’t volume, it’s verification.
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