Archive for December 21st, 2010
Ms. Two Fingers For Me
Driving peacefully in commute,
I was on the right,
She was on the left.
Her hands on the wheel,
Stuck frantically at 10 and 2,
White knuckles squeezing
Life from plastic. She is scared,
But I would not harm her.
She goes to a turn lane,
Still stiffly frozen in fear.
A new lady to my left,
She has the cell in one hand,
Having two fingers on the wheel.
The other hand has coffee,
Precariously over her lap.
She looks to a spot on the dash,
Forgetting she is in a machine.
I should praise Ms. 10 and 2,
But I would rather love Ms. Two Fingers.
And I look back down the road.
Indestructible Despair of the Season
Bach tries valiantly but cannot melt away
The despair of the season.
I need the beautiful structures to
Eradicate the guilt from failure.
I need the perfect harmony
To give me peace and love and joy.
But Bach fails horribly and I cry.
“I’m no good,” comes up from hidden basements.
Mother judged and hated my