Warp Drive
I feel like I’m going at warp drive
When the snow comes alive
Off the hood of my car.
And Though I’m not going very far,
I feel the rush of 35 miles per hour
Thanks to the 4 cylinder warp-drive power
That I’m steering on my little car trip,
Sliding sideways in my starship.
Ice Scraper
There’s a pause when I’m running late
And step outside to see the state
Of my vehicle covered in ice and snow
Because at that moment I know
That I’ll have to get under that frozen glaze
To where my ice scraper stays.
Untucked or tucked
I quickly turned around, realizing that something wasn’t right.
Leaving through the door I put the sign back in my sight
So that I could examine it and understand why
All those women were giving me the eye.
I looked back and forth between the two signs,
Then down at my shirt thinking mine’s
Obviously not tucked in.
The crumpled bill diet.
I just Passed a glassed trapper,
Containing a reflective wrapper
Framing a high fructose frustration
In my lack of a sugary sensation.
Looking through the force field of glass,
I punch in the code and pass
My dollar bill through the slot
But it’s not as flat as I thought
And the machine returns my dollar bill.
So I do some reverse origami but still
My single just won’t mingle with machines,
So a dollar less of candy fills my jeans.
The he-she-we sounds
Sometimes I’m lost in personal pronouns
The he-she-we sounds
That are our connection to each other
With words that weave another
Thought that sticks in the mix
Of he-she-we.
Hello?
I just received a pocket call
And all I could say was “Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hello?”
I didn’t say hi
As if I knew
That you
Wouldn’t respond to
A hi or a hey,
Nope, I had to say
“Hello?”
Worthless
I couldn’t help but look and think oddly,
He was a man trapped in a woman’s body.
This was when he was younger, obviously not now.
Now he was a grown man that somehow
Found the strength to stand up and share
That he had been stuck in there
For nine long months, unprotected on this earth
Until his mother gave birth, giving him worth.
Restroom
If I had my choice, I’d not repeat
That warm feeling of heat
That caught me off guard today
In an uncomfortable way
As I sat on the toilet seat.
Progress.
My will to go on had passed away
But something changed my mind today.
I started walking to I-don’t-know-where,
Desperately trying to get there.
And when I picked up the pace
I was just running in place.
But there’s something in the doing
I’m undoubtedly pursuing
As I resurrect my dead will
Just by going on the treadmill.
This poem is not worth reading.
Stop now, this poem is not worth reading.
If you want, you can continue feeding
Your mind with these rhymes leading
You through words that aren’t worth reading,
But only until it ends.
BonjourPoetry 