Literary Corner: Booth of Dreams

A Poem What I Have Wrote
By Michael Edward Mitchell, age 48
 
If you stack it, they will scatter it.

If you tidy it, they will mess it up.

If you put it in your booth, they will leave it somewhere else.

If someone else places it in their booth, they will leave it in yours.

If you arrange it, they will move it around.

If you stage it, they will leave their empty pop bottles in the middle of it.

If you price it, they will switch the tags.

I'm pretty sure the toy jackhammer doesn't go with the Jesus pics.

If you close it, they will open it.

If you open it, they will close it.

If you put it up, they will take it down.

If you place it, they will move it.

If you put it on a shelf, they will leave it on the floor.

If you try to sell it, they might buy it.

The other stuff, though, is a given.

(Anti-)Ode to the Bricks

A Fuck Cancer Poem Which I Have Wrote

By Michael Edward Mitchell, Age 48

Bricks!

Bricks!

Go Away!

Come again another day!

(Or even better, don't ever come back again!)

Little Eddie

Wants to Play!

Well, actually Little Eddie ain't so little and he needs to get to work,

but then he'd like to:

Thrift

Work at the Booths

Price and Pack Stuff

Go to Yard Sales

Eat Out

Do Work at the House

Do Work in the Yard

Love on that Kosh
Maybe Take a Walk

Whatever.

The bricks are still in the way, though. 

Shoo, bricks, shoo!

Literary Corner (Someone Else Edition)

A Poem Which I Wish I Would Have Wrote, But Someone Else Did It Instead

Presented by Michael Edward Mitchell, Age 48

Seriously, it's genius! 

Literary Corner (Cancer Edition)

A Poem Which I Have Wrote about My Cancer

by Michael Edward Mitchell, age 48

This is my radiation tan.

It follows my scar

as best it can

to kill the cancer
inside this man.

This is my radiation tan.

I meant to do this one a while ago, when I was really a lot redder, but got too busy to do the pic.  I think you can still see some of the color.  I think it's pretty noticeable, particularly from head on. One of my ears is definitely redder than the other.  The scar is really healing nicely now.

Literary Corner

A Poem What I Have Wrote

By Michael Edward Mitchell

Age 47

Hypotenuse!

You big recluse!

Why must you be so obtuse?

You still look better in chartreuse.

Oh my friend, Hypotenuse!

Stop being such a silly goose.

Cease your torrent of abuse!

Just go put on your silk charmeuse.

We're already late to the damn party.

Literary Corner

Eddie-torial Comments proudly presents:

A Poem What I Made Up Myself

by Michael Edward Mitchell, age 47

Dude.

Jude.

Crude.

Rude.

DUDE!