poems

Jaylon Clary

4/24/12

Poems __convetable__ Shawty what it do Whip so sick You can call it bird flu Got the top back and the Air blowing in your Hair The classes about to kill it this year

__pencil__ Some dummy built this pencil wrong The eraser’s down here where the Point should be and the points at the top So it’s no good to me. It’s amazing how stupid some people can be

__rose__ Rose The Dona

The rose blossom bends

And drips its dew to the ground.

Like a tear it falls.

__the eclips__ I stood out in the open cold To see the essence of the eclipse Which was its perfect darkness?

I stood in the cold on the porch and could not Think of anything so perfect As mans hope of light in the Face of darkness.