Now I was born on an August Saturday morn’ in 1993The doctor who delivered me, funnily enough,was named John Kennedy, that must be toughSharing that name with that man I was over ten pounds at my birth,made crying sounds my first day on EarthMy older brother, who was learning to spell,called me “P-I-G”The insult fellContinue reading “1993-2024: a poem”
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To-do List: a poem
My poor, old to-do list,How burdened you must feelSuch lofty expectationsSolve every aspect of life itselfI should be less demandingOh! I’ll put that on tomorrow’s list!
Personas: a poem
This is my secret inventionNot sure why I mentionBut I made it special for you This is my top secret meetingCan’t believe I’m concedingDiscussions of characters lost This is my hidden agendumYou really oughtta commend ’emFor following through on the plan This is my mystery trainingI’ll walk around while it’s rainingSelling my words for aContinue reading “Personas: a poem”
Four Swedes: a poem
Boy, oh boy,Could those four Swedes playChords, beats, and words of pure euphoria AgainAgainAgain Now I myself have never wanted a man,Before or after midnight,But during those 4 minutes, 51 seconds,Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
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
Lefty Forrester 