Christine walked by with a pear and apple,
Saying, “I need one more, so I can juggle.”

“You can juggle two,” I told her, “with one hand.”
And I thought of fruit falling, and then a name for a band,
In my game of ‘randomly name a band:’ Bruised Fruit.

With the name, Bruised Fruit, I go to Annemarie:
“Hey, Annemarie, I have a great name for a band.”
And I notice Tina missing. “I wanna tell Tina, too.”

Hey, even better: I Wanna Tell Tina, Too.
Is this crazy?  Is this what poets do?
And what would you think of this by the time it gets to you?



  1. noochinator said,

    June 17, 2015 at 3:44 pm

    Every young generation has its soul-killing and time-wasting distractions — this post makes me feel good about being old!

    • thomasbrady said,

      June 17, 2015 at 7:20 pm

      I like the four different expressions in the picture:

      Far right: enjoying ice cream, not really reading the poem.

      Middle right: “Bruised Fruit,” that’s a pretty cool name for a band.

      Middle left: Not sure why “I Wanna Tell Tina, Too” is better.

      Far left: “game of randomly name a band?” That’s freekin’ weird!

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