The coffee poem.

I wrote a poem this morning. I thought I'd share it with all of you. Java! Dig It! In the morning when I'm sleepy and all the world's a haze, I chug a gallon of coffee it always improves my days. Coffee, you rock. Coffee, you rule. Coffee, you rock. Coffee, you're picked then transported…

Sugar Rat Cocktail (a poem)

Sugar Rat Cocktail (Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night) by Michael P. Fertig Sugar rat cocktails, mixed in bowls of blue. Thunder bolt lightning, heaving through and through. Latent skeezers, broken dreamers, foaming at the mouth, While walled-out geezers filled with creamers prepare to journey south. Mumbling piles of regrettable lunchmeat fester in…

Another Crappy Poem

I wrote this a long time ago. It's a completely non-autobiographical poem about a troubled rock 'n' roll star. Tortured A sea of faces stare in anticipation, the bass drum kicks wicked repetition. Guitar licks echo as the wind swirls, my brow furrows at the swooning girls. Every word I sing, every reprise I bring,…

Just a little poem

The City on the Early Morning Drive Out of It Like a diorama, the city is still. Lights are on, but they witness little. Cars still roam like buffalo, so few of them around; but they avoid extinction with the ease of a sunrise, and the promise of another dollar. When that time comes, however,…

A poem for the Pittsburgh Steelers

In honor of the football coming to a close with yesterday's Super Bowl, I thought I'd post this poem I stumbled across by the British poet, Harold Pinter. Pinter just won the 2005 Nobel Prize for Literature. American Football Hallelujah! It works. We blew the shit out of them. We blew the shit right back…