• Poetry

    Flowers

    Flowers stained on the ceiling  From unexpected rains  Hidden rivers find new tributaries  Flowing into trains  Drips into buckets  Upon my brain do fall  Wine, gin and vodka  Are the answers to my whimper call  Cringing  Brows furrowed  Teeth slide side to side  Flattened veneers  Enamel lost  For worry and demise  As the entire sky releases  All but eternal doom  Waiting for my lover  Another sip consumed  Each room has its bucket  As a dozen flowers bloom Poem from Heirs of November: Poems, Prose and Protests (2017)

  • Poetry

    Botox and Vodka

    Botox and vodka Nose jobs and chocolate Tummy tucks, brow lifts, liposuction Collagen, enemas and augmentations These are a few of the things that I’ve done   When my boobs sag When my brows droop When I am feeling sad I simply call my plastic surgeon And then I don’t feel so bad   Laser and Bailey’s Facelifts and bon bons Acid peels, butt implants, lip injections Breast enhancements, nips, tucks–stitched together with string These are a few of those little things   I want to look like Oprah No! Like the Dalai Lama Just make me not look bad Staple my forehead so I’ll look surprised And I’ll never…