turn upside down
hard to keep eyes open
this is death
I’m dying
it’s not so bad
feels funny
but overall it’s acceptable
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #346
she draped a towel over her shoulders
and tied it in a loose knot under her chin
she felt powerful now
even though she only did it to stay warm
she walked around the cold office
her power manifested in confident strides
she was a superhero
towers of cardboard boxes were her cityscape
she strode among them keeping watch
no one dared misbehave in her city
she continued work
Poem #345
business decisions
mixed with traffic and rain
way to feel like an adult
we never rest
Poem #344
turn upside down
lament eating too much
go to sleep
Poem #343
flying above the world
everything is seen
we are magic
Poem #342
raw lips
muted ears
burning nose
aching throat
distressed insides
tired body
Poem #341
purring gray thing in my lap
curious paws up my chest
Poem #340
the shadow of a fan in another room
fish occasionally wiggling in their tank
girl on the couch writing a poem
muffled water pattering in the bathroom
the gentle constant exhale of the vent
Poem #339
it was 6:01pm
on a Thursday evening
my dad and I were driving
on the California Interstate 5
we just passed Coalinga
and we saw the cows
on rolling hills
by cover of darkness
we pulled off the side
turned off all the lights
my dad got his snippers
I opened the trailer
and we stole a cow
no smiles, no frowns
we didn’t need it
we didn’t plan it
we continued home
with a new cow
Poem #338
crush me
suddenly from above
I’m an ant
small and strong
smashed into the pavement