I still love the idea of poetry that is completely commercial. Also that people are willing to pay for it.
Poetry for Sale
Like an Implausible Mission
I don’t know why Phydeaux gave up his banjo for bongos this time around. Maybe we’ll never know.
Panels at the Comic Show
We have a pretty big comic-con that comes to town every year. Most of the time, I have no idea who the panelists are that are listed, or even if they are in English or not.
Numbers in the Night
Inspired by my real-life clock. I wasn’t scared, but it took a moment for my recently-awakened brain to figure out what it meant.
And the Band Played On and On
Every time I think all the band names have been taken, I hear of a new band with a wonderful, memorable, stupid name.
Baked Sweet Potato
I do like a baked sweet potato now and then, especially in winter. I put butter and brown sugar and pecan on mine. Sometimes, you can still see the tater.
Polish It Off the Right Way
This was inspired by a bottle of maple syrup my wife purchased. Just the shape, it looked like a flask of alcohol.
Password
I tried to figure out how to work Rogue One and Solo into this. I didn’t try to work in 7-9.
Yes, That’s How He Spells It
Obviously, I had to look up how to spell the guy’s name. And no, I can’t spell it from memory.
Defends the World, of Course
I think this would be a fun comic book to draw or write for. Especially if it were very political and completely insulting to one or both sides.