Short Poems

My hands seize the steering wheel

Checking the mirror, determined expression in place

As I make my way down that road that I’ve driven before

The music in my stomach begins to play

And soon I’m at crossroads again

My head says left will keep you healthy

But my heart craves for the calories on the right.

To me, the right lane is sin city.
I tell myself no, if only the message would reach my stomach

The wheels turn.

I will go left next time promise.. Not that I can promise anything to myself these days

Intervention anyone?

(December 2008)

It’s that one day

That one day during the weekend

The one where I don’t have to spend my time waiting on people for a reasonable wage,

I should be happy, which I totally am

Of course, finding something to do on that day is an issue

Track down the friends I haven’t seen in a while

See what’s going on in their lives

Abandon home and soak in the fun that we’ll have

Otherwise endure countless marathons of classic sitcoms

Stuffing my face and catching cabin fever.

Rather catch normal fever.

So here I am
whoring myself

online

Take me out now

Cause at my age it’s never too late…

(January 2010)

Sculling down that glass of vodka

With a hint of sweet vanilla

My taste buds want more

Expensive but worth it

Attempting to lip read the story my friend is telling me

Over the loud combination of R&B and noisy gossip

I’m at a cool bar

A low-key 21st

6 showing up, three seats available

Only half the people invited will miss out

TV screens on the wall

Broadcasting sports grabbing mostly male attention

Cheering for their teams

One standing out showing midget wrestling

that caught my eye in fascination

like vampires talking in southern accents

But not as much as the headlining act on the dance floor

The Kochie lookalike tool

grinding his lady friend

Thinking he’s cool

With his prehistoric dance moves

Made this night memorable.

(March 2010)