Tag: 2018

Where is my joy?
It's flown away again,
fickle creature.
I should learn how to trap and shoot.
Emotional taxidermy.
So lifelike!
Only the glassy eyes give me away.

January 17, 2018

i want to be
your
girlfriend
boyfriend
your
he
she
your
number one
your
miss mister
sir
ma'am
i am
and
you could be
my
girlfriend
boyfriend
my
he
she
my
number one
my
miss mister
sir
ma'am
i am
i love what
i am.

December 2, 2018

Medusa with a hairpin
becomes me
muffled up
with a smile
and a book.
Pigeons
settling
in a forest
of vacant faces
caught
in the act
of turning away.

July 16, 2018

shame is the sound
of rain
on wet pavement
sliced through
by car tires
shhhhhhh! rain
overflowing
pooling
sluicing
choked down
gullies and ditches
washing out
constellations
of garbage
that glitter in the sun
blinding me with
garbage
that glitters in the sun

May 4, 2018