I found this digging through boxes for stuff to throw out. Kept it on a whim, at least long enough to type up.
Cleaning Woman
I'd clean for him
I would
but
Cleaning, I'd hope
for a little
something back.
I told him
I told him once
Telling, I'd hoped
for something
to fill me.
But I cleaned for him
as he'd asked,
my husband.
And here I am
and nothing's changed.
Free-write poem
This was also labeled “free ponies :) :) :)” and I only vaguely remember why.
The eroticism of oranges
How seductive,
Freakshows pondering
A murder weapon.
Secret clementine
Tells of a third, dense.
The first in somnambulant arms
Of the second, citrus fancier.
Live as normal,
Death by paper.
Ode to Turn Signals
A steady white lights
Stops, none goes;
Though on blinking happy off
Turns, informing.
Click flashing click
By turning on grants
And behind, those praising
Seeing, now know.
So up or to down leftright
Click, push and becomes.
Syntax poem
Every time I fall,
The ground tells me I'm in love.
Be he the tamed?
No, family sheep?
Spades, four,
And one white, domesticated,
Was my favorite.
He who could, he had
Need in friends,
Your better cream!
Ice, you love got
All need.
And 'cause love is
All low.
And love is
Places.
Dialog poem
I love this song.
What are you saying?
You hate it.
Any sense of melody is lost
In chords
Obscured by the weight of Tone.
Harmony rules itself out.
Think of the meaning, not just the music.
The words are in Spanish.
Does that matter?
Spanish words in chords so thick,
You have to peer through the fog of harmony for the light of melody.
And on top,
Cheap sound effects.
I suppose I don't listen to it much.
That's why I like it.
I suppose you don't listen to it much.
That's why you hate it.