Wednesday open thread: Some poetry from Robert Denby

Good morning, rascals.

Well, as we've discussed, while comments are wide open, the posts on this blog will begin to range beyond politics. We've already done that from the blog's inception, with our weekend self-care threads, and now we have True Crime Friday from MOMU and Victor the Crab's continuing epic which drops on Thursdays. 

Our own Robert Denby is a published poet, so I'm very thrilled that he's sharing more of his work with us.

For today, we will have two of his works. 

Introduction

It feels odd to introduce myself to people I feel like I've hung out with for years, but hello.

First off, my actual name isn't Robert. Or Denby. Or Ukraine. It's Kris Bluth (Yes, like on Arrested Development).

As for the poems, I've always been interested in writing, but me messing around with poems started in high school. Being a music lover with no musical talent, I tried writing lyrics in the hopes someone would turn them into songs. No one ever did, of course, but before long I fell in love with doing this anyway. Thirtyish years later, here I am.

I've usually stuck with free verse, but during college I stumbled onto the haiku form and found that trying to make a 5-7-5 sound natural and inevitable was a challenge I quite enjoyed. I'm at the point where anything that doesn't fit into that becomes a longer poem (though "longer" is a relative term). Part of me would still like to write a novel someday, but I haven't had anything to say that needed 300 pages to do so. Maybe someday...

Honestly, I don't have much more to add. Keeping with the spirit LL mentioned, there's nothing really political here. I'd just like to thank you all for being such great company during the good times, bad times, and the good times that will come again. There's more to life than who's in the White House, and we need to remember that now more than ever.

I hope you enjoy these.

Haiku

The bloodmobile pulls
away from the office when
the lunch hour ends

A kid on a blog
who thinks 1998
was legendary

Multiple feet worth
of old socks growing dusty
behind the washer

Talk to your doctor
about the endless ads for
pharmaceuticals

They're discussing
George Orwell as they shovel mulch
out of the trailer

Going to go to
England to pick up tonnes of
extra e's and n's

Monday morning and
the coffee kiosk fills the
air with cinnamon

TARDIS decals stuck
all over the blue van in
the mall's parking lot

Up Late

What
will
I
do
with
the
eleven
hours
and
fifty
nine
minutes
until
it's
4:20
again?