Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Poem: All Gucked Out


Up until I was in the seventh grade, the majority of my wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs from my older brother, Frank. My little brother Peter, would in turn get my out grown or unwanted clothing.

Every once in a blue moon, Frank would let me borrow a shirt he still liked and for that day I would be styling! At the end of the day, no matter how careful I was, he would be upset that his shirt was now stretched or warped or smelly. We called this phenomenon "gucking it out". For example one might say "DAVID you GUCKED OUT my shirt, I'll never let you wear my clothes again!" Luckily for me, he would choose to forget in time. As we got older, I would borrow shirts from Peter as well. He would bark at me about this as well. Apparently I am the only brother who gucks things out.

I suppose there is something to be learned from all of this. Maybe its that was we live our lives make our mark in our own way. You could look at these as sweet oddities that are like a spice on life. Or I suppose you could just see a warped stinky shirt..

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Poem: Space-Time

Whenever I listen to Graffiti 61, my mind goes on a trip and I'm always surprised with where creativity takes me. Dominic Massaro is the orchestrator and one of my good friends. You can check out his music here:

Monday, October 20, 2008

Just Plane Farts

Well we have sunk to the lowest depths of humor this morning. But you have to admit the title, "Just Plane Farts" is rather clever. When I was in elementary school, I had to find a poem in the library, memorize it, and recite it in front of the class. This would have been perfect..

Friday, October 17, 2008

Poem: Belly Button Chin

I think everyone should have a belly-button chin with a bug inside of it! Maybe I'll make some chin-stickers so we can pretend we have one.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Poem: A Prayer for Cauliflower





When I was a kid there were certain foods I dreaded. Black Licoorice (which I just learned to spell), canned tuna, and stew were a few of the culprits. But Cauliflower is different. It does not bad, or good. Its just like biting into a big bushy stick of nothing. I never understood why so many people serve it. Next time you go to a party, look at the vegetable platter. The cauliflower is always the vegatable of last resort..

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

My Poetry Website is Up and Kicking

My Poetry Website is Up and Kicking. There are ten free poems up and ready for the world:

http://www.davidchiapperino.com/poems

Here is a sample: