march 25th

a poem about buying mothers' day cards


pick a card - any card
it really shouldnt feel this hard
theyre nearly all nearly the same
or at least equally lame
its not that i'm unsentimental
but none of these cards have content i'll
sign my name beneath
for example there must be at least
a billion mothers on this planet
most of whom are good so can it
really be true
that you
are the best
that seems insulting to the rest
and not statistically verifiable
so how are you or i able
to make a claim so wild
i'm harly unbiased since i'm your child
and it smacks of nepotism
i think i've demonstrated this decision
rummaging through card displays
will be impossible to make until
they make a card that says
thanks for exceeding basic levels of competence - motherwise - love phil

march 24th

a poem


aren't i still too young to feel this old?
not as young as i hoped i could still be
i promised myself i wouldnt but have i sold
out to pay for reponsibilities
that threaten to drown as they enfold
am i too scared to let them fill me
scrabbling for a way to hold
on to my youthful sensibilities


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incidently i didnt run any of the way home - i cant help feeling my dignity has been salvaged only at the cost of a little part of my soul