Poetry of a Conlanger

Monday, July 25, 2005


two orange flags,
two red lights,
two warning shots.

two pitfalls,
two bear traps,
two cobra bites.

two gunshots,
two knife wounds,
two sudden stops.

two scars.

With the awful realization of a Seer,
I know there will be a third.

Plus a Cell Phone

Dithering from
Lipsticked lips and whitened teeth,
Glancing flirtily from under
Eyelashed caked with mascara,
Showing off a figure
Wrapped tight with low-cut spandex,
You are a stereotype.
You lead the baboons on,
grinning savagely.
You bar the rest of our kindred
From rising at all.
Why do you exist?

Ode To Chocolate Cake (by Mary Comeau)

I do not have the honor of being the author of this particular poem, but I really like it and decided to share it:

Oh, how I love you.
You are tall, dark, and rich.
You are ever so moist on my lips
With your waves of forbiddenness.
You come whem my body becons you.
You are stacked beyond belief.
Don't be fooled, it's always about size,
So bring on that huge, deep, dark and rich
Slice of chocolate cake.
Yes, yes, yes!
I am talking about chocolate cake.
You didn't think I meant anything else...did you?