why?

why do we say...
...why?
why?
why!?
WHY!!??
why?
why!?
WHY!!??
why?
why!?
WHY!!?? 
because, naturally, of course
we want to know
WHY!!??

writing

flows
of
ideas
mingles
silently
with thought
soul 
pours out
taking 
shapes
of
words

worry

i
worry so much
i am tense my
back hurts i
cant sleep i
need to relax...




...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

mind

i have
so many
ideas that
my head
will burst 
one day
and i 
will fill
the world
with my
mind

annoy

people
say
stuff like
"why so fancy?"
people
say 
stuff like
"that's a funny hairdo."
people
say
stuff like
"why did you paint your nails?"
they
say this
to annoy me 

little babies

tiny,
so small 
 chubby, tiny, hands
 weensy, teensy, fingers
and toes and feet
 the big baby 
innocent eyes 
     stare
  broodingly,
   happily,
tearfully, 
 baby-fat quivering
  wobbling 
and the 
shrill
   high
wail
 or loud,
gurgly
  giggle...


...you see they are
     little babies



 

on poems

the 
poem 
must,
as scientists
   agree,
   have  
   rhyming
   lines
of perfect
pedigree

yet all the 
poets say
   "no,no"
for that is not 
how poems 
   grow.

swimming in a rainstorm

rising water
the exhilaration  
rain drops streaming
choking laughing
splashing scrambling
pushing pulling
fast 
quicker
gasping giggling
screaming with joy
squirming wriggling
cool wet
panting
cold and shivering
yet 
still swimming
in a rainstorm
   

stinkbugs

i see a 
bug
fly and i 
jump up and
freak out
i don't get why
people 
call them 
cute probably to
annoy me
and it's working
i hate how 
you can't squash 
them i wish 
i could
but 
i don't like
bad smells
either

pure knowledge

a fleeting glimpse
 a small peek 
  then whisked 
   away...
the search,
 all seek it 
  none find it 
   never...
ever...
  yet 
   with thought 
    gain
     the hidden
     gem
     though 
 don't waste your
  time at a
immortals 
 game