I Am Poem (Lars Christensen)

I am a soccer freak and easily scared

I wonder how I will die.

I hear a toucan calling in my ear

I see a polar bear trying to stay alive.

I want global warming to cease

I am a soccer freak and easily scared.

I pretend to play basketball at night when I can’t outside.

I feel as if I could fly with joy.

I touch the soft feathery body of an eagle.

I worry Kai will never come back.

I cry when people swear at me.

I am a soccer freak and easily scared.

I understand that I will die someday.

I say that global warming is happening and the polar bears are dying

I dream a lot about robots and mechanics.

I try to help stop poachers, but I can’t.

I hope global warming will stop.

I am a soccer freak and easily scared.

By: Lars Christensen

Lars showed me this today almost completely out of the blue and I almost cried a few times. I feel like I've kind of been a wreck this past week. 

I love that little guy.

A subtle kiss that no one sees...

Enjoy.

Leisure Pursuit

Every day I capsize my head

with the sheer weight of combative colors

all staving off a yellow jacket

and long brown hair, like wheat grass.

I am feeding on Bibles

and other scripture

their beauties and blasphemies 

arguing for spots in line

I am tiredly chewing on

the works of 1960's antiwar authors

and the poetry of simple minded

and seemingly innocent business-men

But every time I am brimming with

the catastrophes and philosophies 

of all these healthy distractions

she loses her way

And transforms into the golden goddess

I like best

charging in on a chariot,

triumphant as Apollo as the morning sun

She sweeps away a mustached veteran

and the doubting Thomas (though both good men)

and submerges my consciousness 

in her soft, honeysuckle eyes.

I've got three more poems. And they just keep coming. I don't believe I'll post a whole lot more as I'm working out the drafts in my notebook. And I'm skipping town in 2 weeks.
A confession:
I'm in love with paper. Everything about it is enticing and wonderful except bastard paper cuts, of course.
A friend of mine lent me her copy of Vonnegut's "A Man Without A Country" a couple of days ago and I finished it today. It was fascinating. If you a) haven't heard of it, b) haven't read it, or c) are a human being, I can only think of a single thing to say: read it, stupid.

He quotes Jesus and Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain throughout 11 brilliant essays. Three great men from history, which is a favorite subject of mine. Also, I've really been particularly interested in American history as of late, so I enjoyed the book especially.

There's no point to a post like this. I just felt like typing up a grotesque entry that wasn't a poem.

If you want to read my to-do list, here you go:
-finish online missionary stuff (immunizations, family history, email)
-mail missionary stuff to mission president
-Get motor vehicle report
-get baptism pants hemmed
-Go running
-find better mission music

How's everybody doing?