January 2017 – Page 2 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Frost

The line in my garden is September box elder ant make the final push tomatoes turn red in paper bags The line in my garden is October chard kale spinach check tomatoes turn red in paper bags The line in my garden is November Cassandra beckons no one hears 11/16/2016

Poetry

why is a simple question to answer gutter balls and backstabbers watergates and timetables men dying in foreign lands widows eating dog food children growing and not growing old the front pages of newspapers the back pages of autobiographies why is a simple question to answer 12/27/1979

Censored

Careful your mouth could be the death of you. Lies are easily accepted and live if only for awhile – at least it is your while.. Silence- the golden shrugs her shoulders. Turn your back – at least it won’t get shot at. Careful your mouth will bleed words. So what is this “individual?” servedContinue reading “Censored”

after tiananmen

this mouth never hesitates these hands plant seeds bearing radishes parsley tomatoes i am a wonderful salad maker eat of it and live die without it your soul will vanish china china you are the earth and i am your blood 6/9/1989

cutting the line

i’m doing it tonight your voice won’t hear my hello anymore i won’t don’t want your reply no news good news and wednesday is just another tuesday i’ll live yesterday and forget today’s newspaper yeah i’ve cut it –done there’s a knock at my door 2-19-81 in memoriam Frederick Francis Birkam (9/16/1922-2/18/1981)

hired hand

the sweat of this peon’s brow is cleaner than the high collar of your pomp though you stomp with your foot the ants beneath you squish them dying though you crush with your fist the merest spider ideas will germinate from the smallest of worms haunt you with ultimate truth 4/21/1981

coming up for air

i’m going on down to the beauty shop for a face – lift redo my body going down i’m going on down to the station passing away these dreams are getting me down don’t call me tuesday i’ll be down already on monday i’m going on down to fashion square for a costume to hideContinue reading “coming up for air”

Costume party

You’re invited, so you make-up your body in masquerade tints looking around you for a model. There’s a goblin always hungry, never has enough. He’d take your dinner and your lung leaving an empty bowl to sup. But you hate indigestion. So you stop and wonder How shall my soul be dressed? There’s Napoleon inContinue reading “Costume party”

Christmas bird

Christmas bird your song I hear. I wonder do you fly? and where? Christmas bird you fly and where is obvious on air on air! 1980s

Doctor doctor

My illness is a part of me – yet you, doctor, try to cure it. You heave your scalpel into my brain – the inquiring scientist finds nothing. You attach your fingers to the sound of my breast, sorting through a maze of veins. The stethoscope hears empty. Your investigations reveal puzzle after puzzle. HowContinue reading “Doctor doctor”