Poetry

I wrote this poem for the open mic at 5280 Artist Coop’s House of Poetry. I had been to the event a couple of times and decided not to just be a tourist. I don’t write poetry very often, so this was a good exercise for me. I think there is something important about having…

For once you had such very little feet That traipsed and danced and played like all the rest On playground sands with sweet young boys you’d meet When trees would show the colours you liked best. And still the autumn is your favorite time Despite the knowledge of what is to come; The long and…

I wish you were good But alas, you are not so Therefore you must leave Forty years ago Standards were quite different Today, you can stay

We’re waiting so long In order to get focused O so very bored Pouting is useful In getting things you may want Unless you’re in charge Going to cry soon Ego is a tricky thing Admitting you’re wrong

Written after exhausting haiku. I was only at Valentino for two days. 12/5/02 Our cars and trains and taxis will not go We sigh, kvetch and yell at all we greet. But such a little sparkle we call snow Sure brightens little faces in the street. Our time is short and ears of ours are…

(Haiku written while temping at Valentino in New York) Clean is so ugly I feel like a mannequin They are very chic Cannot leave the desk No one tells you when is lunch I would like to sleep To play in the snow Or lie beneath warm covers Damn this stupid job It is very…