Despair – Anne's mediocre poetry

less than

an antforms a mound withnumerous cousinseasily stepped on a bee with stingerscannotconsume you the warp oftoad can fit intothe palm of yourhandyou can blow itto smithereens a body the colorof bark canhang from asouthern tree a girl from thereservation candisappear intonothingnever seen a journalistspeaking truthis tortured intolies – he toovanishes the world knowslots of themtheContinue reading “less than”

The weary woman blues

It wasn’t like this in1972, this gut filled withanxiety – how do I pay for it?the way up – forward – out thedoor costs ever more –ever more a lifetime ofindebtedness – can Imake do as a barista ohcollege the holy grail ofadvancement enclosesthose of ordinary means intoa cycle of owing unto deathevery generation startsContinue reading “The weary woman blues”

Just another day in the neighborhood

I would like to choseanother door –I don’t need a vacationto Bora Boraa new cara mink coatnope don’twant a newbedroom seta night at the operaa day at the museumI just want thedoor wherecars don’t backfirechildren aren’t screaming –diving under desksI want the door wherethe people don’t bleed 2/14/2023

Justice Taney presides

The male lionwill stalk the femalekill her youngif they do notbelong to himhe will rape herleave herprimal in allhe doesand he is leftunder the footof extinction fromanother primalspecies Audacious for surethis claim ofcivilizationvirtue when theevidence belies itfor the primal urgeis witnessed inthe DNA passeddown generationto generationsame old same old Some things justdon’t change 5/2024

The land of make believe

When I lay me down to sleep will I dream of the phantom gone – the shadow lost to time and thought of a mountain aerie, a glen secluded deep in the echo of veracity. Waking I find the echo besieged by the putting of fibs in the realm of art with the finesse ofContinue reading “The land of make believe”

neutron bomb

i’d go there if i could leave this bleeding behind i’d hide away darken my body from sunlight but since i am not a house grief would have me burn to cinders 11/12/1981

wide open

wide open this skeletal frame indecently bare no smog just rain no sheets you see this migraine naked skin skull- temples throbbing 10/20/80

Don’t talk when not spoken to

A rocket is lifted off the ground, gazing faces astounded at the booming sound which roars and roars and roars. Pounding, pounding from the start the beat comes through as part of that deadbeat cart rolling on and on and on. You should do this – you should do that do not wander near aContinue reading “Don’t talk when not spoken to”

Blue

My blue is mute. It sends anonymous postcards through shivering knees, hoarse lips. Fancies whimsical parade this showcase. Only depth perception acknowledges its existence.

Make him go away

Make him go away! This deep blue mourning drags down the lids of these frozen eyes. Sweep it under – gone like the geese of fall no more to fly – arrow formation. Take my roses for your own – steal them leave the thorns be – hind to sweat my blood. Red river rushingContinue reading “Make him go away”