If I stand
And demand
Certain acts,
Then take others to task,
How am I
The sort of guy
Who is in any way kind?
I am out of my mind.
I often can’t read
What others might need,
But when they misread me,
I pout, and spout anarchy.
It’s not fair nor right
To put others though this plight.
I ask for a script./
Everyone walks on eggshells./
No one likes this play.
If he were with her/
he’d grasp her fingers tightly/
and kiss her quiet.
She sits, mountain queen,/
rebirthing on her birthday./
Do hills sing happy?
There’s so many poems /
to write this morning, but I/
must use the bathroom.
If I’m a liar/
and a cheater does that make /
goodbye easier?
I always wondered
what it would be like
to awake from night’s slumber
with a movie star by my side.
I couldn’t wait to see,
so I took a mirror to bed with me!
Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb
Crying all night long/
makes it hard to open your/
eyes in the morning.
In her heady lust /
for independence, she left/
and was sad, alone.
OR
… she left/
alone, and was sad.