...steeple, open it up and see all the people. |
Churches don't haveashtraysout front of theirlobbysto extinguish thosemountain viewsandpleasant western winds.But inside their doorshearing aids hiss, andthe pews groan with old age,and guitars areout...
Posted by Trevor on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:29:00 PST |
Show and Tell |
The following is an excerpt from my newest piece of writing I'm working on entitled "Show and Tell"... Soon, spending the afternoons at his house turned into also being there in the evenings for dinne...
Posted by Trevor on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:23:00 PST |
To My Kids |
To My Kidsby. Trevor SpangleThere was a card sittingamong other thoughtful gifts given to a womansimply for being a mom.That card though was addressedfrom that motherto her kids, a gift to themon moth...
Posted by Trevor on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 07:19:00 PST |
A Porch, Cigarette, and Glass of Lemonade |
by. Trevor Spangle
When summer sets in
and sunsets take a little
longer to set,
lemonade stands pop up
left and right.
A season where
people you try to forget
come and sit
on your porch
to ta...
Posted by Trevor on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 03:45:00 PST |
Jabberwocky |
by. Lewis Carrol
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws th...
Posted by Trevor on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:10:00 PST |
Traveling Through the Dark |
So I have this poem a day book and this was the poemthat was dished up today. The ironic thing about this poem is that I have another poetry collection that has this poemin it too. When I was in high...
Posted by Trevor on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 11:15:00 PST |
Fortune Cookies |
Well here's my second blog in one day. I feel like a myspace slut. But anyways, I ate three fortune cookies after I got home from work tonight. These were my fortunes.... 1) No one ever became wise by...
Posted by Trevor on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 08:50:00 PST |
Ode to Bulldog |
I remember the
first time I
met you,
though I already knew
all about you.
Your beard was long,
haggard,
and mangled,
and an American flag
spread across the face
of your hat.
You opened
your wallet,
...
Posted by Trevor on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:56:00 PST |
La Fonda |
There's something about
being a boy
and
a man.
Throwing apples off of cliffs
or
making peanut butter
sandwiches on your arm
then
sleeping under stars.
Waking up to
scout topless women
with less than d...
Posted by Trevor on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 12:19:00 PST |
There’s a Hole in my Head |
by. Trevor Spangle
There's a hole in my head that I think to be grand.
Not too small, or too big, the right size for a man.
Look closer, my friend, down the hole to my brain
and observe all the...
Posted by Trevor on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 04:45:00 PST |
