Tight black ball
warm, curled against my hip
tail twitching in dreams.
Serious affection or just fluff?
It’s all the same to me.
poem-cell phone November 7, 2019
That millstone
holding you back
begging your eyes
stealing your time.
Can you ignore
a tone or tingle?
Or do you tune out
teacher, text, or talk–
a zombie
tangled in wifi strands
wrapped around
a stone,
glassy eyes held faster
than data transfer speed.
poem- uh oh November 6, 2019
I am dissolving
melting
unraveling
falling
blinking
broken
ready
for
rest.
poem- thirsty November 4, 2019
It’s all just excuses,
you’d say.
Sure. Blame me like always.
Like her feelings are an attack
somehow.
Maybe there’s something
you could do,
to acknowledge hurt and pain,
instead of defenses,
show adoration again.
poem-not offended November 2, 2019
Your words cannot offend.
I don’t depend on faulty interdiction.
Sometimes encouragement sounds like doubt.
Mona Lisa smile betrays my conviction:
Sure knowing I will transcend.
poem-time traveler November 1, 2019
Boom box boy
bouncing to the smoke pit
announcing your existence-
loudly.
Stride on
Caught in a lost decade
I’m grateful as that music fades.
