27 January, 2010

life: a poem

deer pellets roll about my path
the eagle sits majestic
i've fragrant salts fit for my bath
i've decreased incidents of wrath*
i've never read ms. sylvia plath
i'm getting worse at doing math
but good at arts domestic

*well, sort of. i'm working on it, honest!


jools said...

i wish i could set that to some music. it's island hiphop. wow, my word verification word is "hypsync"!

the polish chick said...

i have no hypsync, jools! one is way off and it's giving me increasing pain in the ass, literally and figuratively. who knew all these years i was a lurching quasimodo?