In the history of Inge Rhyme
Today marks the first time
I forgot to write a poem
And put it on its website home
oh well ….tonight to the Turf Club!
Tomorrow’s poem will also be late
I’ll post it in the afternoon
It’ll be about a monster or a witch
I’ve not yet decided which*
homonyms make bad rhymes, i know.
This is a rhyme
That fell from a bottle
Of vinegar wine
From the 12 century
This is a poem
That smells like rot
Whose message is not
Ancient prophesy
These are some words
that fall on their face
that have no place
in philosophy
This is a test
And if you have guessed
I wrote this in one minute
I hope you’re impressed
If you're in the Twin Cities
I've got to let you know
I'm playing in St. Paul on Sunday
And I think that you should go
I'm performing at the Turf Club
Opening for Mr. Charlie Parr
I hope you're planning on going
I really hope you are!
And yes of course
I'll be performing my electro set
All my classic rig songs
So bring a friend who hasn't heard yet!
Hello, Art
You are smart
Can’t you help me
Sew up this heart?
It got busted by
A poison dart
And it’s cracked
And going to fall apart*
* author not actually suffering from broken heart.
As you march
I dance a waltz
god is real
but the world is false
i've spun and twirled
around and round
and dug a home
inside the ground
and now i know
as it's getting late
i wanna lay down
but i sit up straight
at the graffiti graveyard
the other day
i got on my knees
and begun to pray
and all the images
before my eyes
started to drift
out up to the skies
and the sky contained
purple and red
And then it all vanished
But was still in my head
now I’m back at home
With what I took from outside
it’s a little well to draw from
As I sit and hide
Time to run in place
That's what I do when winter’s here
I run in place up and down
And I stare at myself in the mirror
Hey you weirdo girl
What the heck you doing
Now searching in the fridge?
Go out into the world
Go find the gremlins by the bridge
So I go outside, one mile away
Down to the lake,
A sunny cold day
And wouldn't you know
Two little gremlins
They have a portable bunsen burner
And they are brewing tea
It's kinda a weird thing
And they offer some to me
So I drink tea with two gremlins
And we talk about mars
That's where they'll go after the 'Grace
Where they'll buy some oatmeal bars
Oatmeal bars at the Amazing Grace
Taste like raw cookie dough
Highly recommend them
If ever to the Grace you go
please porridge not
i prefer oatmeal a lot
my gripes are ripe
i throw them in the pot
i'm cooking a fine stew
made of yummy brown goo
it smells like heaven
but looks like poo
i go out on the street
the pigeons keep a beat
they bounce up and down
and i say tweet tweet tweet
i consider them my friends
tho they don't consider me
they ignore me completely
but that's the way it ought to be
i can't go on thinkin
the world owes me something
”you owe the world everything!
and you've given it almost nothing”
oh my god i'm getting lost
so back to the kitchen
i've got a porridge stew
made of science fiction
Rhymetime has been lagging
And discipline’s been sagging
For this particular endeavor
I blame it on the weather!
No but seriously folks,
tomorrow is brand new
I’ll start rhyming nonsense poems
what ya gonna do
little fairy tales I’ll write
with demons ghosts and saints
so no more autobiographical stuff
and no more trivial complaints
yep, starting tomorrow! stay tuned.
Today’s drawing to come later.