I like to wear big hats
and old, funny shoes.
I stand in front of the mirror and  pretend
I am Daisy from The Great Gatsby
and I say
"Tom,
I do not love you,
I do not love you,
I do not love
you."
Then you call me.
We see a movie and eat Chinese food
Because you say you like
sweet and sour
pork.
I never liked the
aftertaste.

We sit in silence
To others we are awkward
To us we are infinite
Propelled by the fuel
That sits in our cups
And the lust that echoes in
Our sighs.

Nobody cares for a reject
The ones who break the mould
Only accepted by each other
Conformity seems to be true
The only way they smiled

But that will change
Difference will be welcomed
Try as they may
The clones will disappear
We shall be at peace

In order to make that happen
We have to stand up
Come together against the march
Gain our rightful place
And crack the mannequins open

Down the lane
behind the cottage
where you lived
you walked with Jane

the summer sun
beaming down
the birds in song
cows mooing

from the fields beyond
I can’t believe
you actually got
the cows in

the other day
she said
you a London boy
her eyes focused on you

her lips in smile
it was fun
you said
the cow man was helping me

of course but he said
I did well
she knelt down
by the small running stream

along the lane
you knelt beside her
she put her fingers
in the water

as it flowed through
her open fingers
you studied her fingers
and her hand

her face in profile
her dark hair
and her kneeling there
the smell of apples

and freshness
and you wanted
to kiss her
as she knelt

to put lips
to cheek
she broke the silence
what do you want to do

when you leave school?
she asked
the cowman asked me that
you said

what did you say?
she asked
said I wanted
to be a cowman

she smiled
what did he say?
he said want to get yourself
a proper job sonny

don’t to want to get stuck
on a farm all your life
what did you say?
she said leaning closer

her arm touching yours
I just said I liked the work
you said
she nodded

and you sensed
her nearness
her knee near yours
she stood up

and so did you
and walked on
she talked
of her father’s work

and her mother’s ways
and how she thought
her mother liked you
and you listened

to her words
and wanted
to hold them
and frame them

and to place them
in your heart
and mind
for always

the lane
the stream
the bird song
the long summer days.

Your Father Must Have Been A Theif,
He Must've Caused The World Much Grief,
For He Stole Stars From Our Very Skys,
And Put Them Inside Your Blue-Grey Eyes,
Pheewww What A Relief

The monsters are everywhere
In our stores and homes
On our streets
Running our world
The look like us
Act like us
We say we see them as different
But most are never recognized
There's no way to stop them
Old ones die, new ones born
There will never be an end
Always a demon underneath
Greed is their friend
Power, their lover
Without control, there is no satisfaction
The crave suppression
They will fight for what they want
Haunt our steps
We never had a choice
We cannot destroy ourselves