Category: poems

Both poems originally published in 317’s zine.

My old, fat dog has dreams of him running

And I keep on hoping that you’ll keep on coming

Baby, please don’t be the Marr to my Morrissey

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For just this once

And perhaps for many more

Bring it to me

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I know that dusk is a summer concept

And you live for the time between heavenly bodies

But now’s the time

Moses

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Just this once

Run for Me.

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We got off the bus to look at the river

And there was an orphan

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Well, he wasn’t an orphan,

But he was a child.

And he was playing the accordion.

Who are these teething tots

What are these tiny tendons tying me to these teething tots

Wailing for their walters

Weeping for their walters

Crying at the altar

Who are these people when I’m tossing my head up at the sky

My nose is in the air

My neck is too tired to hold it up

Head full of thoughts

It’s weighing me back like a bowling ball

Head up at the sky 

Heaving big old sighs

But nothing I’ll do 

Nothing I’ve done

Just things, other people 

Whirling around me

Waiting at the walters

Waving at the altars

Throw my head back and sigh

My back of the head touches the tops of my shoulders

My overalls come undone

I’m a working woman walking home 

Writing poems

When does it ever stay still

I don’t 

I know it doesn’t

But you gotta think sometimes it does

Gotta think that you’re anchored with kisses at this point

You gotta think your feet are anchored to the ground with squeaking shoes

When you sigh they hold you down

Head up at the sky 

Heaving big old sighs

What are these teething tendons