Poems

POEMS

THOUGHT

One cannot gain strength through comfort
nor can one experience change when content
to live life to it’s full potential
one must not care or reason or procrastinate
one must just be.

THE COTTAGE HOSPICE

I can remember the reek of death
that filled that place
and I can remember the reek that
found it’s way to your room
Invading your pores, your breath
And the linen that clothed you

I can remember dipping a swab
into apple juice
and wiping it over your tongue and lips
to moisten and hydrate
and I can remember the rock
your tongue had become

The last tears that cascaded over
your perfect cheekbones
the last exchange we had before
the "dead collectors" arrived.

I can remember the reek of death
that filled that place
and I can remember the reek
that found its way to your room.

PREGNANCY

My breasts are enlarging
my tummy is stretching
my taste buds are craving
my vagina is weeping
my moods are playing
my muscles are cramping
my head is spinning
my back is aching
I can sleep all day
and all night
and all day again.

I am so thirsty
I feel like a madman
but I am a woman
bursting in ripeness
waiting to fall from the tree.

SANITY OF THE INSANE / INSANITY OF THE SANE

Sanity projects
a kind of arrogance
To the insane being
whom withdraws and finds themselves.

I have danced in both fields.

Sanity causes
one to rest
Insanity causes one to search.

Though both are lost in a technical sense.

BRA-LESS

I choose not to wear a bra
My bosom will not be restricted by a
socially accepted undergarment.

Females stare in shock
disgust
Have they bosom?
Is it thy nipple?

Yet I peer through the window of fashion:
Skirt revealing taut thigh
Shorts swimming below one’s navel
Acceptance granted.

Clothing worn without a bra…
A sin within our society.
What is the problem?
I am confused.

THE ALCOHOLIC DAYS AT SALTER POINT

To live with childhood shame caused by one’s addiction
to alcohol
is to be stolen from.

TEASE

I fuel your temptations, till you reach the edge
and then you have me.

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