Selected poems
Television
Looking at this television
Certainly gives me a view of life
Radio
The radio
Turns me on
With its deep male voices
And horny songs
Pancakes
Losing a stack of weight
Is better than stacking on the weight
However I can't eat a stack of pancakes.
God
You were my god
Now you're only a hot bod
Which I use only occasionally
Train
Sitting here waiting for the train
In this station
I feel as static and automatic
And even as erratic
As this unreliable train
Pen
With this cheap yucky pen
I stain the page again and again
Almost causing it pain
Tools
Even when you give me tools
As part of my survival kit
I still feel like a fool
As I drool all over you and don't know what to do
Bossy
Sorry to be so bossy
I would much rather
Be taken as sassy
Or even classy
Sentence
How I hate this terrible sentence
Where my lips are sealed
And I can't even string a sentence together
Cut
I feel cut
As you give me many buts
Leaving me in a total rut
Bed
In bed
My hair turned into dreadlocks
My skin dull
My hair almost thatched
I can no longer catch your stare
When all was fair
And we looked like quite the
Star pair
Puzzle
I feel even more puzzled
Trying to put together
This awkward jigsaw puzzle
Wishing I could make it all dazzle
Palace
How I hate this place
It is no palace
And fills me with malice
Giving my life no balance
Hope
High hopes
High expectations
However the only dash of hope
I get is the splash of milk
In my startling coffee
Vending machine
As I go past this fattening vending machine
I vent all my anger out at all the bad junk food
Staring me right in the face
I feel it pushing all my buttons
How I wish it would come crashing down
And even go underground
Slow
Slowly getting a feel for things
Even when I am off keel
And literally getting around on wheels
While trying not to slip on banana peels
Hands
Too much time on my hands
Is getting out of hand
Tired
So so tired
I can't keep up with anything
Too tired to fight
Too tired to use all my might
Even to pull my baggy knickers up
And belt in tight
I certainly do not feel myself
Getting everything right
Flower
Looking at this little flower
Which you carried from the outside world
And pinned on my blouse
I want to really get into nature and
Even rapidly mature as a person
Limbo
In limbo
Feeling like a bimbo
Wishing I could go out on a limb
And climb out of this deep hole
Which I have created for myself
Silence
As I sit here in the silence
You give me no license
To be myself
Quick
I'm too quick for you
Even when giving you a quickie
However at other times
When we make love slowly
It feels so