my little tan puppy
can we bring him home?
can we? can we?
my little tan puppy
he prances around the car
he is so happy
my little tan puppy
he is so eager to please
I love him already
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #719
I am me
unfortunately
and it’s evident always
I am behind a wall
hearing you all
sometimes peeking over
watching
I’m included
but I’m separate
Poem #718
warm breeze through the desert twilight
floating on the dark dirt
dreaming of serenity
as if it will be achieved
though calm is here, now
Poem #717
hard girl wants to be soft
tiny, fragile, precious, lovely
so kind that she’s an angel
hard girl wants to be soft
but she speaks too loudly
and jokes too roughly
hard girl is soft
she cries everyday
she is more fragile than she knows
Poem #716
somersault in the grass at midnight
come inside with green on my back
the dew chills my forearms
I am happy
Poem #715
cry until she screams
she is enraged
heartbroken
powerful
she can do anything
she will show you
Poem #714
I am the ocean
she is the boat
and she is the anchor
I take the boat and anchor everywhere
we explore the world together
hurricanes are inevitable
I am the ocean
she sails into a harbor
and she plummets to the rocky bottom
boat and anchor weather the storm
we set off again
calm waters always return
Poem #713
he wants everything with her
everything is everything
the whole nine yards
kisses on the beach in Maui
romantic nights huddled by the fireplace
a drug smuggling operation and empire
everything
Poem #712
two porcupines in love
stab
ouch
sorry
I still love you
me too
stab
Poem #711
“fuck me,” she says
as another semi changes lanes in front of her
she’s an English major