Poem 5

Flower in the city I walked on the buried pavement of the Forgotten Avenue and saw some memories nailed to a dead oak tree. I looked away and walked astray and I found her, the only one that looked alive in this dull city. For…

Disdainfully waiting

How much longer will this take My lips are strained My tummy aches I have more important things to do Than sitting here with you

One Lonely Evening (Hour 5)

Sitting on an easy chair in the space between boredom and sleepiness, I watch, wineglass in hand, as passersby hurry along the pavement.   They walk, past the oak which sits by the roadside where a nail juts out, imperceptible, hungry for a cloth or…

Apes in the Toy Aisle

I gorilla’d and he orangutan’d into the toy aisle we were seeking transformers figures to gawk at and place on the shelf The orangutan loved them and he set them around the tv with their guns facing us and killing us forever There was a…

#5- Under the Willow

My satchel filled to the brim With hardbacks heavy and stories joyful and grim   The field of sunflowers yellow And in the distance, a weeping willow

Hour Five – Patriarchy

Patriarchy   He planted Sunflower seeds in the space behind the courtyard.   I’m busy watering the vegetable starts, keeping my satchel of small garden tools close at hand.   We finally got the deck repainted. Now – after our historically wet Spring, we sit…

5 The Window

I sit and look out my window but the veins of the tree catch my eye. The wine glass and cheddar cheese plate stay untouched by my lack of desire. I sit in the hardback chair and look out my window, see the sky of…

When I Grow Up

when I grow up when I grow up I want to be god I want to kill Satan And all the satanic people Who terrorise good people Especially children I will champion children’s rights Will make sure all children Are well feed; balanced diet Well…

#5

A quiver full of arrows, she shot me through the heart, now I’m in love, caught up in the moment, and I don’t know where to start.

Mars in Leo

Mars in Leo   You come on like a forest fire, but I am half-asleep.   Ten years younger, you still stoke the furnace every day.   I am content to sleep in and shuffle to the kitchen for coffee.   What will become of…