how the Jack-O-Lantern feels

They carved me out today
Took out my guts and my brain
But on the upside they gave me eyes and a mouth
One with a shocked expression which I guess you could say is valid
Since that’s how I feel about this
Shocked
Shocked that they took my insides and baked them into pie
Took my seeds and roasted them
But at least I can see.

Under Where?

Underneath our layers of cotton
We hide secrets
Undisclosed treasures that only a few people know about
Some people hide dirty mysteries
Skeletons beneath the material.
Some are code and not what they seem
That’s classified information
One question remains
Can you keep a secret?

Abundance

Every year I think I get ten more
Grandma knits them
Mother buys them
I have more scarves than a zoo has animals
Draped on the door hanger
They appear like pelts
In various colors
Pinks, greens, blues to name a few
Or stuffed in a bin that doesn’t quite contain them all
No matter how you look at it
I just have too many scarves.

Dear Scott Stapp

I would like to punch you in the face
square in the jaw
the way you sing
gets under my skin
you are pretending to be
(even though you say you're not)
Eddie Vedder
you do not do him justice
when creed broke up
my world was perfect
you wanted to do a solo album
it failed and I smiled
your band mates moved on
started a new band
jealous of their success
like a bad boyfriend whos relationship went south
you wanted them back
"remember the good times?" you said
"remember human clay?"
you couldn't stand to see them
Happy
with someone else
you ruined my world the day I found out
creed was back together

Kix

He sat there in his old faded blue felt chair
Wearing the same coveralls he was always in
With the same Munson seed’s cap
Calling me in front of him
He would ask me in a businesslike manner
“Would you like some Kix, I’ve got some here behind my chair”

Excited by the prospect of yet another breakfast
I would forget that he did this to me just an hour ago
I wasn’t by any means a gullible child
I just liked breakfast cereal.
And I had the memory of a Goldfish

I would shriek and giggle and exclaim
“YES! Bumpa I would LOVE some Kix!!”
To this he would reply, always
“Well then turn around and I’ll get them out.”
Obediently I did so
He would then proceed to kick me (gently) in the butt.


In loving memory of my Bumpa