I’VE BEEN WATCHING THE MASTERS


They were watching me.
They were staggered.

One had a lollipop that was red
and the other had a lollipop that was yellow.

They stared at me with the horrified look of
someone who'd just swallowed poison.

The only sound that could be heard was of
a dog barking somewhere far away, in a yard,

and the nanny screaming at them:
"Hurry up, we need to cross the street.

We need to cross the street right now."
I got close enough to see their boots.

His were a dark camouflage and hers
had small, over-lapping rectangles.

One time my friend was really drunk and we wrapped him up in a blanket like a burrito and left him.

That Butt City poem I wrote last year got published yesterday: http://issue3.popserial.net/andrew-james-weatherhead/

I'm drinking tea.

I think I'm bored with today because I keep looking around for something different to do.

I went golfing for like 15 minutes but then went back to my car and drove away and ate a sandwich.

Recently, when faced with tasks that I don't feel like doing (like getting out of bed), I've been telling myself "this is not an option" and then I usually feel better and do the thing that I was putting off doing.

POEM (1/30/12)

If I were the speaker of the house, I'd speak of the house.

If I were speaker of the house, I'd drink coffee.

If it were night, I'd look at blueprints.

If providence granted me a special problem, I'd grant it a special solution.

If I were someone's nephew, I'd be bigger (taller).

If I had a family, we'd eat sandwiches.

If a family had me, I'd glide seamlessly in the background.

If they had a dog, I'd walk it.