What a beautiful day to paint in the park. Sitting here with my two friends painting and listening to music. I paint a campfire and serpent under a starry sky. I feel the cool air and the grass under my fingers, canvas under my brush. Dandelions dot the shaggy fields of green clovers, shining up and into me like stars shine down on particularly clear night. The purple padding of an open guitar case starkly contrasts these greens and yellows, an idiosyncrasy in a field of found flowers. I can’t believe I woke up hungover.
Hangover
My head’s hurt
So brief and so curt
Hard to put together
Birds of a feather
I can’t think
Fearing now that i should sink
Lost forever, deep in the drink
Missing against a backdrop sewn from mink
Protagonist
Antagonist
Both atop the list
Either way you’ve got the gist
Ein Geist
A spirit or a ghost
Caught in a vice
How gracious a host
Birds scream and sing outside the window
As grass in the wind winnows
A cold day today
There through the window, Sunshine, A ray!
Poems by Sam 