Poetry, a Sign of Boredom.

I've posted once a day for the past five days.
I've done THE MATH:
Summer = Free time = Writing + DSL connection to The Internet = Blogging.

I climbed Mt. Tirem today. It took about ten to fifteen minutes. Excellent view though. I could see my house, Bear Mountain, Bear Pond, Hawk Mountain and Pleasant Mountain, home of Shawnee Peak Ski Resort. It was raining. It's been raining all this past week, and will continue raining all this next week.

As an example of my wasted time on the Inter-Net, here's some pure mindless drivel that leaked from my concious thought moments ago, like drool from a corner of the mouth of a sleeping fat kid in front of his television set. All hand still in his Cheese Puffs bad. All TV being the only light on in the room. All loud snoring over the boring infomercials on late at night.

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1,2,3 Haikus for Rain
by Travis H. Curran
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Rain, rain, won't you stay
Make the days all wet and grey
Please don't flood my house.

Rain, rain, you're so great
In you, I dance and make out
Like in movie scenes.

Rain, rain, just don't stay
Forty days and forty nights
I don't have an Ark.


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Ode to Hoodie
by Travis H. Curran
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Navy blue, with
logo on breast
University of Southern Maine
My hoodie, you're the best.
You keep me warm when
I am chill.
You wipe things up
that I spill.
Every stain, every rip, every tear
Is a story, that I wear.
That weird piece of tape on my back
The weird hole by the neck
That time I used you to hold my bowl of really hot spaghetti
that I had burned in the microwave.
I'm going to throw the spaghetti out now
but it's stain will stay on your wrist.

You are my skin that won't heal.
You are my body that won't feel.
I've written my name on your tag
because I love you,
...You marvellous rag.

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I may adjust the end part with the spaghetti to something more serious, like about being with me through hard times and cliche stuff like that, but I really did just burn spaghetti in the microwave and felt I had to share.

Thanks for listening, you kool kats. *bongo-drum fill*
Peace out, and keep it real. *group of people all snap their fingers*