Despair – Page 3 – Anne's mediocre poetry

aspirin

take one no effect take two less less take three great relief take four flying high take more sky higher take all headache gone gone gone 1980s

when columbus discovered america

“Nothing comes easily to you human creature least of all the skill to live humanely” Ghalib i welcome you, welcome to this fair land of green green as the moist food you eat plenty as the jingle in you piggy bank golden as the picture maiden’s hair i say to you welcome! entrance knob toContinue reading “when columbus discovered america”

i am

i am therefore is god rene you sly old dog don’t you know can’t you see i am many things which are not white unicorns santa claus green eyed monsters peace on earth… i am- but where is god in my soul asleep forget about the children dying the gunfire never ending the empty belliesContinue reading “i am”

i don’t know where to go

i don’t know where to go i’d like to just sit peaceful like underneath some kind of tree and sleep but i don’t know where to go to get a peace of mind i’d like my mommy and daddy to hold me kind of tight in their wide sweeping arms but i don’t know whereContinue reading “i don’t know where to go”

headache poem

this blade in my head nags at me it asks where are you come and play with me my feet drag unwilling- but i come like a rat to the poison back and back again 1980s

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)

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”

The Unspectacular Human

In this age of dissonance Billy’s life lies undefined- the body obscured by fear with greed that sucks the edges into an obscurity of lines that move from side to side. To remove the milk which makes him live Seems to be the intent. Greed deems he is unworthy of it. Slash the protein whichContinue reading “The Unspectacular Human”