Friday, January 16, 2009


Last night, for absolutely no reason, a poem that I had memorized in high school came back to me. I remember being fascinated by the contradictions in the poem. I thought I'd share.

Early one morning
In the middle of the night
Two dead boys
Got up to fight
Back to back
They faced each other
Pulled their swords
And shot each other
A deaf policeman
Heard the noise
And came and rescued
Those two dead boys

Hey, man, to a fifteen year old, that poem is AWESOME.