(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in