I sat down today and decided that I was going to write a slurkett, a form that Timmy invented. He said to me one time that the first one he wrote was a bit of a disaster, and so that makes me feel a bit better about my attempt. I wrote a little review of Timmy's blog and this strange and challenging form that you can check out here if you want to give one a shot yourself.
Adam wears a bandanna every second day
but cannot tell you why.
Could it be with sorrow he forgets he lives on the dark side of the moon?
Does he know he will be forever alone,
for cheese and for anywhere like a Gouda place to hide?
"Go," seeps from lips, pitiful moan.
"Help," he whimpers to the stars, for in despair no one else is about to spy.
Is there no one around who can show Adam the way?
Just a friend to call him home?
Keep a place on the next shuttle -- he had a big bank account so you know he can pay.
Look now how you doom him to creeping.
Make a free seat for the misunderstood -- the boy whose wish is to fly
needs no more than a sail for his pontoon
or another bandanna on the moon, and one sunny day.