Poetry
poetry
cooks my goose
chops me up, spits me out
stomps on my fingers
kicks me in the head
poetry saves me from the news
from women who lunch
from duplicate bridge, TV
celebrities, hairdos
poetry authorizes me to ignore
polite conversation
to poke at roadkill, to talk
to children instead of adults
poetry explains my moods
my madcop technicolor dreams
my lack of tact, my failure
to tell the truth or make sense
poetry acknowledges
my hatred for patriarchy
my disdain for your opinion
your politics, your religion
poetry makes me a poor
risk for the guest list
of your dinner party
chops me up, spits me out
stomps on my fingers
kicks me in the head
poetry saves me from the news
from women who lunch
from duplicate bridge, TV
celebrities, hairdos
poetry authorizes me to ignore
polite conversation
to poke at roadkill, to talk
to children instead of adults
poetry explains my moods
my madcop technicolor dreams
my lack of tact, my failure
to tell the truth or make sense
poetry acknowledges
my hatred for patriarchy
my disdain for your opinion
your politics, your religion
poetry makes me a poor
risk for the guest list
of your dinner party
but
a good pal for your cat
ha. this is great, and love that Tova.
ReplyDeleteA good friend to the me cat too.