how do you pronounce the e in giraffe
what exactly makes the hyenas laugh
rabbits are silent, wiggling their nose
sniffing for carrots or maybe a rose
i’ve noticed cats just stick with meow
wanting to say more, not knowing how
elephants play trumpets, raccoons on bassoons
they’re forming a band and will be ready soon
Flowers in a secret garden,
at first blush-cheeks
the color of a fine rosé wine.
Gone, like a song that lingers on, wrong, the way is endless song. i was
lost inside the rain, i was lost before you came. gone, like a song that
lingers on.
strong was the place where we first met. wrong was the palace
of our debt. strong was the place where death grew long. gone, like a song
that lingers on. gone, like a chiming face of blood, strong as the breaker
of the bud.
when you came i was atoned, when you reigned, i was
alone. gone, like a song that lingers on, gone, like a song that lingers on.
like a serenade of wrongs, gone; like a mutiny of wrongs, gone; as the sun
that burns in the endless womb, as the wharven waters in the moon, as the
stretch of fire, as the furied face, as the semen dream in the gilded
case
gone, like a song that lingers on; gone, like a song that lingers
on. gone?!
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Sun kissed beauty,
lying on the beach
a conch shell to her ear,
eating a juicy peach.
the bathtub’s filled with oatmeal
it has to be some kinda mistake
life’s perverse vignettes
are more than I can take
it’s a no-integrity world
i’m not a no-integrity girl
all one-way roads converge
leaving me no way to turn
a modern disaster of design
it’s apparently of no concern
it’s a supercilious kinda world
I’m no supercilious kinda girl
everyone says they’re in the minority
numerically it can’t work out that way
your calculators are so useless
so smile and have a happy day
it’s a prime number sorta world
i’m a multi-factorial kinda girl
The alarm clock chimes
5 a.m. and another day starts
by sorting through the good
and bad that we have to
deal with every single day.
The unkindness of some
brings me fear because
egotism is certainly
the special of the day.
People walking by staring
down at their phones without
looking where they are going.
I wonder what kind of world
we will leave our children
if this one is falling apart.
It’s just words written
in the right order,
random thoughts
plucked from the mind.
Unscrambled words,
mixed emotions,
put onto paper,
slowly typed.
Patience, perseverance
trying, getting words out,
ideas, ideas inspiring
words, uplifting spirits.
Brain freezes, mental blocks,
self-doubt plaguing
indecisive minds,
typing, editing.
They’re just words, they say,
words of wisdom, a lifelong
passion to inspire, to
dream, to write.
Lack of sleep, bleary screens,
long hours, tiredness,
we do it, for we
are poets.