Snow

Blood in my hands freeze
We shred the mountains with ease
We strap plastic sheets to our feet
Snow was warm once
Blood in my hands didn’t freeze
Fat people migrate from the beach
To sit in the toasty snow
Spas in the mountain peaks
Blizzards would be toasty
And people would live in the snow

Demons

The radio warns society of demons
Don’t drink that beer
Don’t curse
The Demon on the radio knows all
Listen to him little sheep
Deranged lunatics,
The demon is real
Spend your life listening to the demon
Don’t think, just do


The universe

The waterfalls of Europa
Slip into the sea
Life looks up at the sky of outer crust
Sea lions see their way
The orb of light shines through ocean
Lighting the way for the sea beasts
Undiscovered

The Bagel
David Ignatow
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled,with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled overand rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself.
David Ignatow
The narrator dropped a bagel and it rolled away. He chased after it and started tumbling down the street.
The author is trying to hold on to something that he can’t keep in his grasp, and in the end he realizes that you should just go with the flow.
A bagel rolls down the street and a man rolls after it.
The poem just reminds me of how you’re always chasing after something and you can never be completely satisfied.
The tone is humorous; it gives me the feeling of a cartoon.
How we always want something more and can never quite be satisfied.
The personification of the bagel rolling like the man. You are always trying to grasp things and you can never grasp everything you want. Let things roll over to you instead of chasing them around.


The quarter

One quarter per family
1 cent to last years
Life in a box
Few have more than a dollar
Ever since the second depression
Jobs are a privilege
Only the wealthy can afford an interview
Bill Gates works as a janitor
Lucky bastard
One quarter to last a lifetime

Fire Island

Fire Island in the summer
A cabin within the shroud of nature
A metropolis of vegetation
Endless fun at the edges of land
Splinters shovel away my feet
Afraid to buy ice-cream
The ice cream man waits patiently
I hide behind the pillar of my mother’s ankle
One day
I will buy my own ice-cream


Ode to boneless buffalo chicken wings

Oh chicken wings, with perfect spice
Your flavor has been perfected for ages
Passed down from generation to generation
The perfect recipe of flavor
Oh how I yearn for these wings of delicacy
Perfect crispiness enthralls me
I wish my bed was made of spicy wings
And I wish I could swim in barbeque sauce
If only buffalo chicken rained from the heavens
And snow was frozen hot sauce
The world would finally have peace
Thank you boneless buffalo wings


Imitation Poem

Two paths diverged in a wood
One looked more traveled by than the other
The one less traveled by looked like it would be a more difficult path to travel
Knowing the worn path had been taken before, I figured it would be easier to handle
The path less traveled requires too much adventure
Two paths diverged in a wood, and I took the one everyone takes




Structure Poem

As I sit in the Breakfast lounge, the ketchup waits patiently
For it is not ketchups time, but his time will come
For in the preceding hours, many a hamburger will be ordered
Ketchup watches maple syrup in its prime
“How can these people eat that, I’m the one with all the right amount of seasoning”
Syrup might be cool now, but later on in life he will be sitting on the table, neglected
I won’t let mustard take all the glory, for soon it will be my time