Tag Archives: Poems

The Man Upon The Table

My thoughts return at times like these To the man upon the table The person who I used to be Before the one who now is me I wonder at his screams His violent protestations As the doctors prepared him … Continue reading

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Not My Type

“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading

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Webs Unwoven

I’ve become an inward-turning thing Like the legs of a spider, dying Curling into an asterisk across my abdomen No longer do I weave my tangled web Spinning tapestries like Arachne Or making messiahs of humble swine It’s far too … Continue reading

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Little Sugar-Coated Regrets

To the girl behind me in line at the supermarket Whose shopping list consisted entirely of Sourdough and sour gummi worms I wish I’d thought to ask you If you were making Sandwiches.

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Diatribe For A Perfect Stranger

I hate you, woman in yellow For all the terrible things you never did And all the horrible flaws you never showed And all the wretched words you never said But most of all for when, as you walked along the sidewalk … Continue reading

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Chameleons of Karmic Hue are Seldom Kept in View

I’ve always had a soft, unspoken, karmic view of life Though never voiced, it’s always burrowed down inside my mind But as the law of averages applies to joy and strife A different philosophy is what I’ve come to find For … Continue reading

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There is No Cookie at the End

Oh, I like to write a poem When I feel that I’ve been being Altogether far too useful So as to be very careful Not to send the wrong idea If you get into the habit Of, to other people … Continue reading

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