A few of which are:
Rabbit and dog tracks
cross the snow: tell me timing
isn't everything.
A mushroom has pushed
through stone; it knows the art of
negotiation.
A marketing bird!
He tells me, tells me, and then
tells me what he told me.
One nagging instinct
pursues and stings him; never
be accountable.
By some mystery
of scent, we know our places
around the table.
Heat shimmers from cars
surrounding my parking space;
they all want my job.
Truly, the Wise One
is creative: he invents
his own statistics.
Heavy silence fills
the room and points to me- I
spoke the truth too soon.
No moon and no rhyme,
no reason, no blossoms, I
drink my Chardonnay.
It takes great heart
to view the Rockies as a
sales territory.
My cat on a hot
car hood, gathering warmth- is
this why I commute?
What makes a samurai
step down from his high horse?
A few bad quarters.
Seventeen syllables, enough for one to recognize a genius.
William Warriner has a piece of art to his name.
Cheers!
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Oh, I love, love, love that national anthem!
ReplyDeleteThat will ensure a lack of any fights whatsoever over over patriotism!
Clezevra.
:D
ReplyDeleteWhere can I find more of these? :| Can't find the book :(
ReplyDeleteOut of curiosity, I tried looking for this book online myself. Apparently amazon.com is the only place.
ReplyDeletePirates clearly have really bad taste.