We’re supposed to be Booed up I should have known That wouldn’t be the case You’re so busy thinkin’ About you and them While you pretend we Will ever be an us What’s it like Having your love returned And not thrown away? I’d like to find out For myself! But since you’re Obviously preoccupied I’ll have to learn THAT From someone else!
They stand at the ready Capable of dispensing such grace Consensually spilling So many secrets
Clear and to the point A fount of notion, knowledge, And communication Retention
So hard-headed Yet so transparent Always leaving A lasting impression
At once hard to hold And easy to embrace Often exhausting Their partners Before exhausting Themselves
Not as luxuriantly elegant In appearance As their great-grandfathers But far more self-reliant
Feather-light While, bold and persistent In legacy Instilling a sense of accomplishment
Though they are mostly forgotten In this digital age I still see the beauty In my ball-point pens
It's hard to suffer the inept
Inept individuals gum everything up
Up ‘til now I suffered the problems they spread
Spread thin, I couldn’t handle any more
More to the point, we hadn’t time to waste
Waste paper was strewn everywhere
Everywhere I looked, things were breaking
Breaking down, I cried my eyes out
Out in the corridor I heard my associate
Associate Manager, Ananda strolled in
In seconds, she assessed my concern
Concern she now showed for my welfare
Welfare wouldn’t be a need for me soon
Soon, Ananda had everything under control
Control relinquished, I slumped, spent
Spent a moment to thank Ananda
Ananda winked and waved goodbye
Goodbye Ananda. You rock!
My gown is the color of envy But I've none today If only my green Were so saturated I’m not down, but it's not easy Nor am I ill My will perseveres
My brilliant chapeau does not cap my rage I stand unashamed and empowered My conviction courageous My passions plain To these, I call attention
Sometimes, the hue of my scarf tells my tale Sometimes truly sullen And belies my too-trusting nature It often accompanies me To relaxation
The dark round my neck Is not the value of my soul Partly the responsibility of my authority Maintaining an aura of mystery And, hopefully, elegance
The prestigious sheen that gleams Dangling neath each ear In step with my ebullient empathy My compassion is steady Confident yet rarely cocky
The sly shimmer that lingers Beneath brassière and blouse Aids my chin up Defiant of how I’ve matrured Some call me aloof, some dignified But far too often, I’m neutral
There they stood on the fire escape I relate so well to their situation My station set in empathy Like me, they have endured so much Couldn’t touch them for fear of them jumping Couldn’t bring help to help me handle The muddle that may have been pending Was thinking what could I do? I knew I couldn’t keep them there forever I’d never gain their trust I just needed another minute Had to get it without scaring my new friend To that end, I leaned back into my window “Don’t go,” I thought Brought back what I needed And greeted them with a click and a flash So rash was I I said bye as they, the beautiful butterfly Fluttered by and disappeared As I feared they would
Our city
The Hustle and bustle Trundle and tarry Shoulder to shoulder Subterranean sway
Petrol pushed people In metal on rubber Millions and billions of miles Across asphalt
Thousands of gleaming termites With no mound to be found A million feet meet concrete Repeatedly As people pass people perpetually Probably poorly prepared For their destination
Edible air slowly kills All its parents Who dare not deter Birthing more for their progress
Steel birds do not flap Yet they soar far and wide Cross-pollinating metropoli
Earth’s blood on the ocean Both ferried and spilled Serving cessation To life down below
Our city contributes It does its part As we keep spinning Back into the dark
