#waffles poems on Hello Poetry

South-by-Southwest Feb 2015

I taste the tongue of time
I lay down knowledge before wisdom
for every rhyme

I trusted too long
I got a little fried , . . . in reflection
I don't believe in wisdom anymore

The ripples break breeze
In the ocean where sandbars rise
I don't believe in reason anymore

I'm an ancient descreation
An obeyance out of time
I don't believe in love anymore

Don't scoff at me
Or petty me down
I don't believe in friends anyhow

One by one , thinking about all the things
That will never be done
I don't believe in goodbyes anymore

Well , you are asking ,
What do you believe in ?
. . . . pause . . . .

I believe in these . . . . .
Highest trees , ships at sea ,
Kites flying as high as can be . . . .

. . . just a few things . . .
and dreams .

#dreams #and #knowledge #wisdom #kites #waffles

The Insane Savannah Jan 2015

Waffles

Round or square.
I don't really care as long
as they're there. Crispy and
golden, filled with sticky syrup.
Topped with butter which melts
like ice. Take one bite and you
are in love. They are the best
breakfast to ever be on
one's tongue.

I really love waffles. ♥

#syrup #butter #waffles #tasty

Martin Narrod May 2014

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while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you
see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone.

to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time.

embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ******, glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks.

creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts.

luminous lengths of birthday candles

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