Let’s rob the sperm bank
and save all those
from ever having to be
born of a cheap
woman and an unknown man
who got his kick,
alone, in a deposit closet.
Save them from ever
realizing they came about because
of a Playboy mag and a
willing, hot hand. Save
them from knowing their
mom bought them from
the bank because she couldn’t,
wouldn’t, shouldn’t trust anyone
she knew to give her what she
wanted without the threat
of commitment to life.
Written for a creative writing class in 1990.
Cold Steel, Hot Blood
Cold blue steel gleaming in the night,
coldly importuning a hot hand,
death clad in a copper jacket,
innocent flesh and blood outmanned.
Sight lines of anger and rage,
beads drawn on defenseless souls,
whether purposeful or random,
take a disastrous bloody toll.
Since the savage hand of murder
clenched the gun in lieu of the sword,
shots echoing through city canyons,
lay waste all hope of urban accord.
Abraham, Martin and John,
Ronald took a bullet too,
loyal servants of the people
who died in our gun crazy zoo.
Trigger pulls by unhinged souls
stain the breaking news of the day..
A shameful national curse
that won't end with Santa Fe.
Bodies riddled with ammunition
meant to wound, maim and slay
fired from guns so easily bought
thanks to zealots of the NRA.
My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.
Candles burned bright richly warm
ambience mellow and red
with love I touched his hot hand
when soft snoring heard
save me from hells hot hand
draw me on to heaven's graceful grip
once i am in your path lead me on to a world
of green grass
pink and purple butterflies
i am yours and i need you to mold me
make me the women i should be
make me enjoy being me
when i look in the mirror i want to smile
its hard being strong and weak at one time
build my courage to go out and get what i need
i am sorry for the wrong i have done in the past
and i will make up for it
its gonna be hard but i will
do it for you
i hope these words get to you
and u lead me to a road with success
written on it
if i turn to the road of failure
I WILL SUFFER