"popculture" poems
Lady Gaga's poker face is off,
While I hear Dr.Frankenstein maniacal cough,
Marlyn's eyes pacing and keeping with her anxieties,
with Bob Dylan telling her about his newest sobrieties,
Bunch a ******** cards says Loretta Lynn,
I'm all in says he with the masochistic words written on his chin,
Gaga throws her dark shades on her slave Popculture,
he bows and tries to back out the door,
When Elvis and Kerry Grant grab his collar,
and tell him to earn his dollar.
My hand is nothing but missed connections,
and different lives I might have lived.
I fold.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
The clock stands still
I threw back a pill
Numbness seeps in
Anxiety loosens to be thin
Racing mind freezes mid-track
The stomach-pitted sorrow starts to go black
Pain of the truth of the world seeps out
A shiver down my back
Peace setting in to stay & play…
..I’m never going back..
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC