I saw Bilbo Baggins riding on the back of a dragon holding a flagon of butterbeer
His hair was blowing in the wind and his butt was chaffing on his chain mail underwear
The dragon twisted and Bilbo slipped into the air, dropping like a sack of dragon droppings
He landed on a flock of sparrows and managed to manoeuvre them to a narrow rock outcropping
And he stood there blocking the sun, rocking back and forth, until he calmed down
Then he began to climb down the cliff and at the bottom started heading North
He had a cold so he sniffed and caught a whiff of rotten old dead possum so he turned East
Where the rising sun blinded him and he started to scream, “I can’t see a thing!”
So a group of robbers came, knocked him to the ground, emptied out his pockets and took his ring
Without his vision or his bling, Bilbo had failed his mission of returning home rich
But then he was approached by a witch with a twitch who said she’d grant him one wish
He said, “I wish that poet hadn’t seen any of this.”
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Short Play 6
1 enters stage right. 2 enters stage left.
2: Hi.
1: Hey, I'd love to talk but I'm in a rush.
1 exits stage left.
2 stands centre stage.
Curtain.
2: Hi.
1: Hey, I'd love to talk but I'm in a rush.
1 exits stage left.
2 stands centre stage.
Curtain.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Size 9
The powerlines
are somthered in
shoes.
Powerlines
are a convenient
tax payer funded
shoe storage option.
You can judge
the person
by the shoes
hanging outside
their house.
My sister's shoes
spill over
her section of powerlines
into her neighbour's.
She pays them
for this use.
I walk over the powerlines
sliding my feet
into other peoples shoes.
Children's shoes
are too small,
only my toes fit
and it is hard to balance
are somthered in
shoes.
Powerlines
are a convenient
tax payer funded
shoe storage option.
You can judge
the person
by the shoes
hanging outside
their house.
My sister's shoes
spill over
her section of powerlines
into her neighbour's.
She pays them
for this use.
I walk over the powerlines
sliding my feet
into other peoples shoes.
Children's shoes
are too small,
only my toes fit
and it is hard to balance
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Cumulative
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.
All of us have a fear. Mine is clowns.
There are clowns in the clouds.
I am hiding behind a cumulus.
I can hear them getting closer.
Skype
All my friends are far away on spaceships.
I talk to them on skype.
I watch them play tag in zero gravity.
They tell me all about the planets they visit.
They tell me words can't describe the wonders.
We play chess over the distance.
They say it's not the same without me.
Julie says she misses me.
I miss Julie.
I miss her hair.
I don't sleep.
I am always on skype.
The time difference is large over light years.
There is always someone to talk to.
They are always distracted.
There is always something going on just outside the webcam's view.
The spaceships are flying further away.
The time difference is getting larger.
I am finding it hard to breathe.
Old age is creaking up on me.
It has been a long time since I stood up.
There are empty packets of peanuts everywhere.
I am thirsty.
I tell Julie.
She tells me the water in space is indescribable.
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