emerald

poetry

i have a cat and home and
she tickles my heart

(i don’t have a whining
air conditioner in my head)

i just got my rations and
i can smile through the
smog and my family
keeps me grounded
as they will last forever.
my dad teaches me how
to
hunt the hunt in any
season
and he guts it all for me
and he does all the
driving
and one day i’ll get
married, as a good
man is hard to find;
one to bring into your
family, as they will
last forever.

my name’s emerald,
and my smile out-shines
this taco bell™.

solitude

poetry

having finally given up it all,
he was now free to observe
theworldmanwomanhumanity,
and with a sad smile,
partially hidden,
partially shown,
he saw the mystery,
he saw the reality,
he saw the truth
and the way that everyone
pretended
to be happy,
to be loved,
to love,
while secretly disseminating
their truly hidden
veiled misery.