Something old.

So here are a couple of poems I wrote last year.

The first one is about my love of ham.

The second poem is about a broken heart. Nuff said.


--Ham--
I love ham
tasty
salty
good
it’s great
with a glaze
warm or cold
you
can’t
go
wrong
god dammit, i love ham


—Darmok—
I met you
and i thought you were cool
but then you changed your clothes
and turned into a different person
it’s not that i don’t think you’re cool
anymore
but
you’re just like that episode of
star trek: the next generation
where captain picard gets stranded
on a planet with a humonoid alien
and the thing is
the alien speaks english
only in metaphors
and picard speaks
like a human
so the whole episode
the alien guy tries hard
to get through to picard
to communicate with him
in his own language
and they have
great difficulty
and right at the end
they finally get it
so you’re picard
and i’m the alien
and i really want
to communucate with you
but i can’t
because you
won’t let me
and it frustrates me
but
the thing is
i
still
think
you’re
cool