Crazy Horse Poems, #1-12
Copyright 2000 by Jon Gill

Explanation: these poems are examples of random thought that came out in the form of poetry. If you think you have found meaning in them, you are wrong! They mean even less than they appear to. Sorry to disappoint you all, but that's what they were written for. If you can't appreciate random humor, you'd probably like this site better.
That said, enjoy "Crazy Horse Poems: crazy poems that are not about horses."


1. Runaway
My feet ran away
They kidnapped my shoes
And trod on my dreams
And kicked my cat;
But there was no stopping them
For they had an army of toes
To help them,
Controlling them.


2. Round
The turntable spins
Lazily, it expends
A dizziness.
My head runs slower
In circles.


3. Un-American Pie
The pie plate searches,
It waits for its filling
Or is it merely
Contemplating the menu?
The baker has not decided
For he is a fool.


4. Food Fight
The crusts of bread
Cry out
The salad dressing
Argues
With the long-forgotten
Mayonnaise
The milk turns sour,
The cake bitter;
But the cheese stands alone.


5. The Ant
The ant stands atop the leaf
Waiting for the best possible moment
To jump and fly
But he is an ant
With no wings
And no friends


6. Food Fight 2: Citrus Rivalry
When an orange is still green
Does it envy the lemon
Who doesn’t have to live up to its name
With any color?
And the grapefruit rules by his size
But the lime hates them all
He is forever green.


7. Racism
The box of crayons hopes
For freedom from
Racist labels –
For some are never touched
And all are judged
By the color of their waxy skin.


8. Insanity
I have killed
I have helped kill
I have killed part of myself
It cries out from afar
So I shoot at it
As I run


9. The Menace
Small and yellow it waits
For an unsuspecting victim
To disturb its peaceful rest
And then it will throw
That poor careless fool
On his backside;
Beware of banana peels.


10. The Dish
The cereal bowl is empty
Has it fallen asleep?
The cereal is eaten
And is nowhere to be found
The bowl is dreaming,
It is dreaming of the cereal
But to no avail.
Oh, how lonely is the life of a dish.


11. Trapped
The mouse runs around
From one end of its pen
To the other, aimlessly
Yet its tail controls
Its function in life
And that bothersome hand
That always pushes it
Is about to be bitten.


12. Hard-headed Hardback
I am a book.
Every day, someone opens me
They think they read to gain knowledge
But I control my own words
And each time they read me
It is different
But they don’t even notice
For they judge me by my cover
I am a hard-headed hardback.


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