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. 😂
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.
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.
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
~~~
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
