Tag: poem

Aisle 8

Aisle 8 

Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?

He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song 
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ

You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires 
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8

-Z

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Gravity

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Gravity

I remember the walls.
We sure knew how
to fill a space.
Before we decided to try
an open floor plan—
Instantaneous weightlessness!

Please grab hold of something.
I need to share what I know now
about me:
I really do miss all the rooms,
the decor, and our friends!
I cannot live without gravity.

Z

To not. look. sad.

To not. look. sad.

You are always down
after she leaves
No need to be!
Soon enough, I am sure
you could choose to miss her
once again

She will return—
and then fly away—
again. again. & again.
So, at least, do try your
damnedest, you!
to not. look. sad.

Z

Puddle of Gold

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Puddle of Gold

Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received

Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet


Z

 

Song of Traveling


Song of Traveling

An internal crying out
International borders
Fading out
Needing to fly away
Not knowing where to go
For sure, he does know
He made a wish today

A click of the mouse,
Found the key,
Scrolling through pages
Passionately
Through many dreams
He’d never really seen
Oh, the possibilities

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
What you can’t wait to see,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Sitting up—
The plane is landing—
Passengers begin the
Anxiety of standing,
Waiting,
Ready to be
Moving along

We’re really here.
Finally here.
In the clear.
We’ve reached
Our destination.

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
When you can’t wait to feel free,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Leave the pieces of everyday
Behind, unwind, now
Pick a place and fly away
You’re worth the pennies
You have saved
We all deserve to enjoy
A holiday

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
Where you can’t wait to be,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Z