Another Saturday Night

Since this is Druid Hill Poet -- thought I should post a poem.

Maine, Ideal
(c)2008, Jane Sellman

Maine hangs out

over the waistline of New England.
Blue-green-
grey surf smashes million-year
rocks of
take it for granite
shale
and quartz.


Seagulls outlined on the horizon
dive for cold fries and white bread bits
wait to crap on tourists snapping
turtles and sandpipers.

Rockports impose sand tracks
Manolo Blahniks make
holes, which fill with ocean phlegm
and tiny crabs
quickly torn to snack-size bites by dueling birds.

The rain, an impotent drizzle on cordial wind, blows
the well-heeled inside for postcards and souvenir matchbook covers.


Removing my shoes, I curse
the negligence of the sun.
Give thanks for Maine rushing
between my toes.

Watch how Maine light, when
it shows itself, slants differently, casting
defined shadows
of greedy gulls
ancient rocks
and damp poets.

For Your Friday Night Viewing Pleasure

Wisdom from Sensei Rabbit

Sensai Rabbit says, "Better to light single candle, than to utter "motha-fuck"* when you trip on the way to the bathroom during a power outage."


*I too wish for adult content on my blog.

Graduating!

Just want to remind folks that I am graduating in the spring and

am registered at:


Starbucks
Wells Liquors
Eddie's of Eager Street
AstraZeneca Pharmaceuticals
The Maryland State Unemployment Office

Also, I am considering the following job options, and I may need a reference.

Peanut Vendor Outside Camden Yards (I already have the shopping cart.)

Cat Walker
Remedial Sonnet Writing Teacher
Ticket-Tearing Technician I at Landmark Theaters
Stand-In for Stan Marsh on South Park
Professional YouTube Video Commenter
Casting Director for Pushing Daisies and Jericho

Suggestions for other post-graduation opportunities will be greatly appreciated.