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Jan Sand Poems
The Funny Old Man
There was an old man who was lonely and grim And excessively technically minded. He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
Split me in two And spread the gash. There, between the pillows Of my lungs, tangled
The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein
My floor is littered With corpses. The older they get, The more they stink.
Frank In Contemplation
They call me Frank these days And the name implies me many ways. My character is blunt, somewhat unswerving. My features rather crude, I am a creature
The waltz of warmth That dances in and out Of each year Is played on instruments
I am tall in years these days And sway with all the breezes. Weather whistles through my ways, Erupts in snorts and sneezes.
A black cleaver In the tropics Severs day from night In one chop.
Foggy, Foggy Blues
There is a morning fog here That rises from the snow To inhabit head-tall space In a lightless glow.
Midnight Wind At the Carnival
The chill air tumbles down from the moon And splashes through trembling leaves Tainted by the icebergs of Europa. Silently, like a frenzied animal,
To fold a cat It must be flat So that, one could hope, To put it in an envelope
Somebody Else's Dog
We stand in line Patiently hungry for money At the ATM. All black, he is,
The Means Of Michelangelo
The sculptor once pointed out That his duty to the stone Was janitorial. By removing excess alone
The patterns of the world wash in Across the sands of mind And ripple through the thoughts which drift And scatter unaligned
Death knocked upon my door - Asked me to come along. I told him that I'm occupied. To leave now would be wrong.
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The Funny Old Man
There was an old man who was lonely and grim
And excessively technically minded.
He lived with a cat and an owl that was fat
And a fancy new clock. He=d designed it.
Every hour it rang with a click and a bang
And was good for cooking up noodles.
While down deep inside it secretly fried
Sardines for wandering poodles.
Now poodles can be, as you really can see,
A difficult problem to deal with.
They=d walk in the gate, proliferate,
And snuffle their noses to feel with.
They=d chew up your shoes,
Which does not amuse
When you need them for running and ...