Poem 6

Globes of water shimmer with reflections of modular homes
Each dollhouse is complete with plastic action figures
The sky is gray and blue and angry in revolt
The grass glistens with tinsel like Christmas trees in the rain

The grass is cold and wet as its blades wrap my arms and jeans
I dream of carelessness and rolling in the mud of watery holes and ditches
Wet hangs in the air after the storm
I can hear the yelling fighting hatred even from the yard

I pretend the low clouds are rafts to carry me to sleep
But the words ricochet in my mind
Like alarm bells ringing louder and louder
I press my hands against my ears and SCREAM!

Poem 5

the past appears at every turn
imprints in my mind still burn
life is ironic and full of twists
it defies your charts and lists
roll the dice and let it ride
don't ever show your softer side
they'll use you like the tool you are
they don't know that their words scar
drink your beer, text on your phone
no one will notice you're alone
everything will be better tomorrow
drink your wine and drown your sorrow