On Behalf of the Sides of a Triangle
Oh, triangle, I wish I knew why
You’re known for three angles instead of three sides
Your angle’s a cute part of you, I agree
But you’re being obtuse if your sides you don’t see
For what could be more necessarily true
Than that two sides must meet to form angles for you
And it is the length of your sides, after all
That determine if you are gigantic or small
Yes, even the straightness your sides show is key
(If two sides were curved, you’d look more like a D)
So from now on I’ll boycott the triangle shape
Remove it from my geometric landscape
And some day I hope the whole world will decide
That instead of triangle, they’ll call you triside
My guitar
I made love to
my guitar today
My arms were drawn to the
subtle wooden curves
I stroked the strings
and teased them along
Watching as they shivered
to my fingers touch
The music gasped
in between my hands
Moaning as I plucked hard
and strummed the thin line
I dragged my plectrum
along its length,
Up and down, in and out
till it came and went.
I smiled and stood
gave one last caress
Watched the assistant put
my guitar away
when it snows i think of you the most.
i thought of you today
and watched little tears fall off my nose
it was a sorry sight to see.
when it snows i think of you the most,
good thing it’s summertime.
i dread the first frost
and that cool september day.
remember?
you couldn’t stop fiddling with your napkin.
i only give you the space you ask for
and the day (i hope) you no longer want it
i’ll be running right by your side again,
holding your hand,
not that i haven’t been all along.
Lord knows we make mistakes,
you and i both,
but that’s what best friends are for.
to see each other through them.
atleast that’s what i think..
