Showing posts with label poem 15. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 15. Show all posts

Lifeplan

No, I don't know 

What I want from this.

I have only one plan. 

That one main mission. 

I am going to let my hair grow

until I can split it in two,

drape it over my shoulders,

and cover my tits.  


Liking Things And Doing Them

Haven't given much to be
grabbed by the scruff of 
the neck by,
I'm seen to the extent
that I ask questions
and try to hear answers.
But that's it
I'm utterly dispassionate,
I'm not even passionate
about questions and answers.
I like the idea of being
a channeller,
doing introductions,
but I never get the feeling 
of a d-lock
round my shoulders,
and find myself pushed
next to another a person,
handed cue cards,
just as my specialist subject
finally comes to me.