I’m exhaustedI’m comfortableI’m free from aches and pains The air is coolThe room is darkThe bed is cozy Yet Sleep eludes meHiding in some crack in the wallLike the pest it always is
Author Archives: leftyforrester
Nature Walk: a poem
Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered
Huh?: a couple poems
Huh? Part One I think we can all agreeThat being straight and whiteIs simply the bestCompletely superior Wait a second, I thought we were talking about teeth! Huh? Part Two So long there, friendSo sad to see you go,to throw it all way We all knew the potential you hadIf you just came out ofContinue reading “Huh?: a couple poems”
Other Men: a poem
Men diminish the evils of other menFor goodness sake, it was one mistake!Or a fluke, or a freak, a tiny minorityWhat about the peaceful majority? Their stance moves like flowing waterWhen explaining men to their teenage daughter
Airport Layover: a poem
Shuffling through the airportLots of time to spareScents of food and coffeeWafting through the air People guard their luggagePossessions held dearChildren whine or giggleNothing fun in here
Dun Laoghaire: a poem
Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me
Maybe: a poem
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Connolly Station: a poem
Sitting in a café by the stationWatching trains arrive and trains departI fall in love ten times a day
Welcome: a poem
Welcome to the internet, young manAn extra universe we’ve madeFits right in your pocketSits right on your desk Pretty women? Course they’re hereInfinite in number, in factSome joke, some dance, and some fuckQuite a paradise we’ve made But know this, young man,None of them will ever help youEverSo let’s put the phone down, get outContinue reading “Welcome: a poem”
The Ship: a poem
We find ourselves on a shipDrifting through an endless oceanNo one can swimNo one can steerYet we follow a steady course We find ourselves on a sinking shipTaking on the ocean’s waterThe port men scurry about with their bucketsBailing out the waterSearching for the leak The starboard men, of their own free will,Take their bucketsContinue reading “The Ship: a poem”
Lefty Forrester 