I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
I Hate This Day
Tag: #breastcancer
Wishing
Pills, pills, pills, cuz I’m
green in the gills. Look out my
window sill at sun.
As Time Goes Bye
Ice cold Corona
in hand, sun hitting hard on
boat and me: twenties
Water, 2000 sunblock,
sun and gravity stuff slides
down, two greys breed: fifties
(Not that I would know yet 😉)
Head Games
Change your ATTITUDE!
Everyone says it’s all in
my head. Could be right!
Scales Wait for No One
Small pieces of crap,
Snag belongings as I nap
Seem a small mishap.
Your Sorry holds no weight.
I can’t control your gnarled fate.
Not the Judge just weight.
Our Horse, Babe
Stood with elegance,
Smelled like cow fodder. Dazzled
by sugar cubes. Free.
Stretched
Hit hard hack; panic
attack. Take me away. Blue
Isle vaca. TODAY!
Askew
Breathe. Just remember
to breathe. Spinning. Confusion.
Aren’t supposed to, dad.
The Doctor Visit
Tick tock. Tock tick. Sick.
Knock knock. Who’s there? Hope the doc-
tor cares. Hope card pays.
Turn that New Leaf Over
Friend thinks sinfully
Susan, is spot on. A fake,
a loser, a con…
Susan Awakening 