quickie

I like to drop them
lightly on tabletops
subliminal earlobe ticklers:
a name

without deliberation
just a fact

three precious syllables
morphed into many head nods
yes, I understand
months and months into the future.


just thought I'd grace the page with a bit of fresh meat. I wrote this last night. Fresh off the page, so to speak. Hope you guys are well.

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Coldstone Tip Songs and this is just to say

Two parody songs I wrote as Tip Songs when I worked at Coldstone Creamery:

Fresh Prince of Bel Air (TV Theme Song)
Now this is a song all about how we flipped your taste buds upside-down
So just take a second and stand right there,
You put a tip in our jar so we'll sing then cheer! (yeah!)

One Week (By The Barenaked Ladies)
It's been real great serving you ice cream
Throw a tip in the jar; it makes us want to scream
Thank you for coming in
Saying mix those together so I could begin
Five scoops of gummy bears...
I really like em', but man that makes me kinda scared.
But like I said, "Hey, it's your ice cream"
Just hope it's not a week 'till you come back to see me.


The poem "this is just to say" by William Carlos Williams has become a bit of a phenomenon as something to parody willy-nilly. So here are my attempts:

I have stomped on your foot getting off the tram
and that destroys your chances of ever winning your race
Forgive me. It was a softer landing than the road

I have shot your mother whom you loved
while you were on your way for Mothers day
Forgive me. The spray was beautiful. So red and so wet.

Po-ems

So, I have a sonnet and a villanelle, both first drafts. Extremely corny. I'm working on them as sort of goodbye-gifts for the baristas at the Starbucks near my work, because I go there every workday, and I'm kinda gonna miss those kids. And you know. It's nice to show appreciation blah blah blah here are the poems. (Also this is post #42 on the blog so MOD 1 FTW)

Villanelle--

The drink is secondary to the smile--
Twelve dollars daily builds up an addiction,
But my baristas make it worth my while.

With aprons tied and black hats set in style,
They know that at the bar and in the kitchen
The drink is secondary to the smile.

Their rapt attention to the coffeephile
affirms, with every visit, my prediction:
That my baristas make it worth my while.

The syrups, teas and lattes in my pile
of cups kowtow to only one restriction.
(That the drink is secondary to the smile.)

Their legendary service won't beguile
A fervent Coffee Beaner into switchin'
But my baristas make it worth my while,

So there is neither doubting nor denial of
The simple truth I tell in my depiction:
The drink is secondary to the smile,
But my baristas make it worth my while.



Sonnet--

I've been here every week since last September,
And while I have a dodgy memory,
I'll do my best, from now on, to remember
The names of those who've been so good to me:

Miguel and Shandra, Chris, Karem, and Jake,
Tomas (long gone), and Natalie, and Megan,
Then Robert, and then Adrian, and Becky,
Alicia, Patrick, Andrew, Sean, and Steven.

They labor at the daily coffee grind;
The service is impeccable, at worst;
At best, there is no better in my mind,
And in my heart, this Starbucks is the first.

There will be other coffee shops, it's true,
But none compare; they aren't ever you.