Here are a few poems that I wrote with my sister while we were flying back east to Philly/New Jersey:
Freckles
U dot my skin
Like a fingerprint, u mark me
brown points of recognition
so I am not the same
brown points of imperfection
or possibly skin cancer
Chimo?
Alligator
Oh alligator, oh alligator
so green, so scaly
how u lay there
ur teeth so sharp
so incisive
ur brown, swampy home
is like paradise to you
I wish I could lay low
in the murky muck
to trap the unsuspecting buffalo
Lucky alligator.
Cumulus
Clouds in the sky
like a pile of mashed potatoes
oh let me be your gravy!
The mirage of the sky
Tempts me, like youthful snow
How I yearn to play
in your fluffy mounds
But I am old, and know
U are but a tease
and offer no support
just bitter rain
and suffocating darkness.
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I love how you compared the clouds in the sky to mashed potatoes. Also! I like "just bitter rain". Very good phrase.
Take care.
A brief poem on the vanity of pleasure in life:
"The Deadliest Game"
All is Still
Breath Swallowed
Four lie in wait
All Alike
The fifth shall never come
21 in all went down to blackness
sorrow spreads
The board is cleared,
unbroken blue returns
Another Yahtzee death.
A composition on the dual nature of human identity:
The Longest Branch
I rest awhile under the shade of the Longest Branch.
A Sea Breeze passes, the smell of sweet fruits.
I take but one drink, my money belt feels light
I rest too long, my hair has grown long
The skies turn pink, blue trails behind
I no longer know my wife, but life is filled with song
Yet, in a part of me I did not know, I feel great pain.
A bitter taste fills my mouth, and I can not sit down to rest
Perhaps I was wrong, to come to a gay bar.
For anyone frustrated by the inadaquecy of language to relate the human experiance, especially in a fast-food window in Southern California
The Blackness
How long have I remained here
I am betrayed by mouth and ear
My words return twisted, my hunger grows
The taste of fries, I shall never know.
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