20th January

I can feel the tears welling

up until I can’t stand it

anymore, it is not despair

 

though, I would like to

laugh and smile and dance like

a demented fairy on a honey high

 

wings fluttering as I bump

into unadorned walls, leaving

bloody smudges on the ceiling

 

pulling words out of my head

at random

 

 

Copyright January 2020

Meritorious

 

meritorious

 

words jostle into place

one behind the other

meanings swapped in the kerfuffle

no wonder I’m not Arthur or Martha

 

so hard to distinguish the deserving

when the letters do-si-do around the page

in various fonts undecoded

or should that be italics?

 

oh!  if I only knew to be so bold

had the guts to strike out and underline the differences

before they sneak back into spaces

and take my thoughts away

 

for good

 

 

Copyright September 2016

 

 

Crazy Woman

the people in my head are asleep

I know it’s crazy right but still we made a deal

I’d let them roam wild and free and in return

they’d write my stories for me

I removed the biggest barrier

though it nearly killed me in the doing

the withdrawals are hell

yet still you sleep on oblivious to my pain

GET UP!  GET UP!  GET UP!

I bang the tiny pots and pans you used to fry my brain

in better days when you cooperated

GET UP!  GET UP!  GET UP!

I’m waiting with my brand new pen

ready for the stories to reappear

GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!

don’t leave me hanging here

another crazy woman without a purpose

only pain

 

 

 

Copyright February 2016