A Long Poem

I wish this poem would write itself 'cause my hand's a wee bit tired.
My eyes are heavy, the TV's loud, my mind's a little fried.
It's taking hours to write each letter; each sentence is taking days.
It's been three weeks from when I started and it doesn't fill a page.
A year has passed, my family left, the house is getting dusty;
My beard is long, my hair is gone, my pen is getting rusty.
Can't quite remember when I started, or what I've really said;
Guess I'll finish - I see a light!  OK, that's it.  I'm dead.

The Sweetest Name

To my sweet Jane,
You've sure got the prettiest name
Better than Tina, May, or Elaine
Drops on my ears like rain
Rattles me like a freight train
Saying it ignites my inner flame. . .


What?!? Your name is Loofus?

I sure feel like a doofus!

Thrift Store

There's a world to explore inside a thrift store -
From snow skis, clock radios, a shell from the shore;
Puzzles galore though not always complete,
Playing soccer this year?  Then look for some cleats.
Shirts from the 80's, pants red in color,
There's a purse for your sister, cassette tape for brother.
Your mother would like that jacket with feathers;
Your father that straw hat for shade from the weather.
Pencil sharpeners, crutches, picture frames and toys,
Toys, toys, toys, for little girls and boys.
Lamps and love seats, overalls and shoes,
Fishing poles and dinner plates, a cookbook for stews.
Autographed picture of Richard Simmons,
Yellowed undergarments for both fellas and women.
Books upon the shelves reaching up to the ceiling,
If you're looking for specifics then stay through evening.
Wet suits, bow ties, softball uniforms,
Velvet portraits of rainbow unicorns.
Hockey pucks, tweezers, clown noses, and chairs,
ATARIS, fish tanks, and lots of cookware.
It's closing time now and not a thing in my cart,
Can't find what I want, well there's always Wal-Mart.