corn, it seems
springs full grown from the ground
to towering heights
and soy leafs
in their months-long dance
sway with the wind and rain
The grub feasts and
the sparrow as well
in shade and brush and dirt
for the summer sun beats relentlessly
sustaining all things
I would like to think I could be a poet on purpose.
Delivering smooth lines to you convincingly.
Stunning you not with what I said, but how I said it.
But it doesn’t really suit us, talking like that
Carrie is finishing up her school work this week and it was Jenna’s first day on the job, so we threw a surprise party! Well, a surprise for Carrie, anyway; Jenna was in the know. It was a smashing success, filled with cake, ice cream, games, and YouTube videos.
It feels like a great night for serious, toned-down covers of ridiculous songs (think Alanis Morisset covering My Humps). I posted these to livejournal way back in the day, but here they are again.
My coworker in the cube next to me listens to the radio all day long. Sometimes I just can’t take it any more and I retreat to my headphones. I don’t know how you people who work with the radio and don’t have that option put up with it.
At the moment I’ve been drowning it out with Mumford and Sons, Blue Giant, and Freelance Whales. Guess I’m on a folk-rock kick.
Sometimes what I really want though is silence. On those days when 4 o’clock rolls around and my coworker leaves it’s pure bliss.