Dark Mr. Fripperton's Rumminations on The Universe
Monday, April 25, 2011
Restless
Friday, April 22, 2011
A book report
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Disappointment and other things
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Scatter shots
Friday, February 11, 2011
New poem
Apple Pop-Tarts in winter
The toaster didn’t know
it was the late 70’s
the blue jays have their own calendar
and mark the days by knocking snow off branches
children lust for Christmas
and snow days
they still have faith
in the cleanliness of ice
and in the warm, florescent green innards
of store bought pastry
Brian Moreau
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Giving up on a book
Monday, November 22, 2010
New poem
If the war is all you have
It was typical Wednesday business
down at the triage tent
they bled me ‘til I was stupid
then I ran for president
but I ended up a shepard
to a restless ewe and calf,
just another familiar dead end
if the war is all you have.
It was out there on the outskirts
of this hateful little town
they would roll the dice to decide
if I was a devil or a clown,
they’d ask me loaded questions,
I replied in the speech of bone
just another language picked up
if the war is all you’ve known.
I was the Pope of urban legends
more Vati-can’t than
all my enemies fit in one mirror
and when they said “stand still”, I ran
now all the guilty mascots
are driven off in a Mercedes-Benz
just driving on forever
if the war will have no end.
Brian Moreau