When the sun came out
I was already soaked
my socks were damp
I was shivering
When I arrived at school
you greeted me
“Isn’t it a beautiful morning?”
In reply
I smacked
the coffee out of your hand.My name is Jake Tucker, welcome to my poetry blog. Feel free to comment.
When the sun came out
I was already soaked
my socks were damp
I was shivering
When I arrived at school
you greeted me
“Isn’t it a beautiful morning?”
In reply
I smacked
the coffee out of your hand.I recently
spent twenty minutes
researching the differences
between wolves of coyotes:
wolves are larger
coyotes appear on fewer truck stop t-shirts
coyotes are also anti-social
I assume their loner tendencies
signify a propensity
for deep thoughts
they also have bushier tails
on an evening run
through the endowment lands
I spotted a coyote
only thirty yards ahead of me
on the windy trail
it was jogging
ahead of me
so I matched its pace
to follow it
to get a better look
unfortunately
the coyote was startled
by my curiosity
and began running
so I ran too
soon the coyote
abandoned the trail
I couldn’t justify
trampling through the brush
and so gave up the chase
I only wish
I could have told the coyote
that I’d choose its shirt
over a wolf shirt
because I like bushy tails.The lights are out in downtown Everett
Christmas music is blaring from street corner speakers
as I walk from the bar to the hockey arena
Our team is not good
but we Everett people
are a classy bunch
we stay civil
even when our team is down 6-2
at the end of the second period
A pony-tailed man
three rows up on center-ice
holds a hockey stick
with a teletubie
dressed in a referee outfit
hanging from a noose
I think it’s tinkie-winkie
He leads us in a liturgy
leader: HEY REF
congregation: YOU SUCK
leader: That’s for you Johnson
you jackass
it still feels good to be home
especially for the holiday season
celebrating it with thousands of drunks
the way my family has always observed the holidays
with blind, irrational, and misplaced rage.