Monday, June 21, 2010


Here's a little poem I whipped up when I realised today was Monday and I had nothing to post. It's not the best, but meh... whatever. That's not the point, is it?!


The transformer blew
just about a block from my place
the other night.

The power was out
for a good 36 hours.

During that time,
I found myself
stumbling into things
in the dark.

Like walls, tables,
doors, chairs,
and even a desk.

Perhaps I should have turned on some lights
or maybe opened my eyes a bit.

You thought this poem
was going to be about the movie,
didn’t you?
Or at least about the toys...

How does it feel to be so wrong?

1 comment:

  1. It feels pretty good to be wrong since that was awesome. LOL