Poem #614 – Purple Alien

Charlotte worked in the government
doing what her bosses said
fetching coffee and apple pie
doing everything for the FBI

one day she went down to level 8
the door to room a was open all the way
and she peeked in, thinking “what the hey?”
big mistake may day may day

it was a purple alien
she was so done
had to bring this truth to Sun
but believed by no one

because she’s crazy
must be lazy
memory hazy
world’s not daisies
they say

her life is ruined
they call her “stupid”
“a total nuisance”
“she should be muted”

because she’s crazy
must be lazy
memory hazy
world’s not daisies
they say

so she cries
about these lies
cries, cries, cries
that’s her demise
and then she dies

it was a purple alien
she was so done
had to bring this truth to Sun
believed by no one

because she’s crazy
must be lazy
memory hazy
world’s not daisies
they say

Poem #199

space girl!
you can have more than the world
space girl!
let your flag unfurl
space girl!
take this ship for a whirl

space girl!
you’re cute
in your baggy pastel suit
on your galactic route
launch the supersonic parachute

space girl!
you’re brave
willing to risk the grave
it’s humanity you save
send your song to the radio waves

space girl!
you can have more than the world
space girl!
let your flag unfurl
space girl!
take this ship for a whirl

space girl! space girl! space girl!

float through the nebula
nothing is regular
more than incredible
real, not the replica
scan her retina

it’s space girl! space girl!

stars that glitter
hit the transmitter
and she skitters
across the universe

space girl!
you can have more than the world
space girl!
let your flag unfurl
space girl!
take this ship for a whirl

space girl! space girl! space girl!

Poem #61

I am trouble
In a crop top
I should not stop
Bring me thought pop

It’s riding in cars
At midnight and more
Drinking our cokes
And making our jokes

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

It’s standing
On the ceiling
Laughing about nothing
And teasing gravity

It’s throwing plates
At the kitchen wall
Screaming at each other
And making art with the pieces

We’re bad
We’re evil
We kick doors
We trick floors
We make chaos wherever we go
We’re bad

We are trouble
With a few props
We should not stop
In our crop tops

It’s walking outside
In the dark, dark cold
Caring about nothing
And feeling every little thing

We’re bad