moscowtow

as happy as misha, i'd be in my dreams

i scream you scream i'd even scream for sour ice cream

but as Vasnetsov can tell me, nothing is as it seems

ho ho ho in o-town

jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock
tis the season to wax on about days of yore
see, my mind has gone into nostalgic shock
first christmas in ottawa since 1994.

so, how best should i celebrate those glory days
should i smoke a joint & listen to the dead in a park?
should i fill angsty journals with words of malaise?
or chug warm maximum ice outside after dark?

jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell roll
i think i'll just knock back eggnog & reminisce
about my days as a sixteen year old tortured soul
in this small town that thinks it's a metropolis.

mitts quits.

This week i gave my notice.
that's right, i mean i quit.
i stomped my foot and curled my lip
and said "my god, that's IT!"

Alright, there was less drama
and not a trace of sneer
but the fact remains: i quit this week
merry resignation -- happy new year.

Now i wrap up projects like presents
bye bye chevy, farewell sweet cadillac
typical that even in the final days
baby's still got feedback.

This week i gave my notice
that's right, the secret's out
the question is: will my new job
be too good to complain in poetry about?

a fly departure from the funny, clever clever will be back tomorrow when the day is sunny.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
I swear I see it waiting in the hall.
It taunts with subtle hints of glorious past
And seems to whisper softly, "This won't last"
But I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
How can that shabby little set seem 10 feet tall?
Maybe it's all the places it's been with you
And how it still has your name & address on it too
I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
It looks so lonely that I feel it call
Out to my own dusty bags tucked in the attic
But they don't hear because they're gone, they're static
And I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.

I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.
It seems to yearn for an inevitable fall.
For something empty it sure looks over packed
And it might sense that my resolve and heart just cracked
But I'm not interested in your baggage, not at all.