A Corny Poem

A poem for you

That’s corny, but true

~

I come into your store

Although it’s not really next door

~

To catch sight of those pearly whites

That sure do make my nights!

~

Yes, I come in

For nicotine, caffeine, or gasoline

But only on your shift,

If you catch my drift

~

It’s your many smiles

That brighten and melt the miles

For me, do you see?

~~~

Written on August 27, 1998 to a gas store attendant when I used to work grave shifts at a veterinary hospital. 😂

Beavis the Goldfish

The fish I asked for

The fish I couldn’t have

The fish I didn’t choose

The fish I now have

🧡

Survival of the fittest

Game of life

Odds of winning

🧡

The small thing you were

Orange and black

Dashing out of the way

Growing big everyday

🧡

A feeder fish you were

A comet you now are

Large and scarlet orange

🧡

My dearest Beavis

I love you so

Four years of growing

Growing old

🧡

Going in a pond

My pond

🧡

Oh little fishy

Best, I ever had

🧡🧡🧡

Unfortunately, Beavis died before he went into the pond that I was going to build for him. It broke my heart. He was over 4” long when he died.

Confused Still

The sun kissed my lips

Today

Tingling sensations

To my toes

My breath short

No oxygen to my brain

~

Dance inside me

Please, please

My body says

But I – I am unsure

~

Does one deserve pleasure,

Pain? Or both?

~

Two into one

Flesh, lust, passion

~

Tongues, lips

~

What do I want?

I’m unsure.

Confused

I don’t hate

I love

Marriage gone wrong

Still friends?

~

Loyal, faithful, love

~

Feel the sparks?

The passion?

The lust?

~

Innocent, naive?

Maybe

~

My sexuality

I yearn for

I want, I need

~

Confused

What to do

~~~

Crushed

Night falls, can’t sleep

No hustling and bustling

To keep me busy

To keep my mind from wandering,

Wondering, Why?

💔

I know the answer –

Freedom. Space. Independence.

But it doesn’t make it easy.

💔

I lay awake thinking

Thinking who’ll be

Laying beside you

In years to come,

Who’ll be kissing you,

Who’ll be touching you,

Loving you.

💔

Night falls, tears come

Sobs choked in my throat

Drops falling from my eyes

💔

Don’t think about it,

I say to myself.

💔

During the day,

It’s busy –

All the people

All of the animals

Looking for housing

Closing joint accounts

💔

Keep the mind working

Running 100 miles per hour

But at night?

It stops.

💔

I can only think

Think of what might have been

If only thing were different

If only things were better

💔

A shot of tequila

Burning down my throat

Is my only hope

To quiet the tears

To quiet the thoughts

To quiet myself,

So I can sleep

💔

I love you so much

Words so strong and powerful

Words with so much feeling

Pain. Pain when dreams are

Crushed.

💔

Written by Beth Malbon

April 23, 1996

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