Despair drained what was left of Lynda’s ambition
Even when she looked at all she had accomplished
Everything seemed so meaningless in the grand scheme of things
Perhaps that was the real reason to keep going though
Crass (an acrostic poem)
Cliff threw up both of his middle fingers
Really he wished he had more hands to flip the bird with
Asking how the idiot in front of him was even allowed to breath
Simple Darwinism should have taken care of that idiot long ago
Still his reflection didn’t seem to flinch
Dance (an acrostic poem)
Debts keep climbing the walls of financial stability
Assaulting sensibility with extreme prejudice
Not leaving wiggle room as people squirm under the pressure
Can you hear Nero fiddle as flames of destruction grow?
Even as we sing the Genesis tune, “I can’t…”
Focus (an acrostic poem)
Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time
Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom
Couldn’t he leave for work already? He’s going to be late.
Until he leaves I’m not leaving here. I need to find my center. I need to…
She threw up in the toilet again. At least maybe it was his.
Stutter (an acrostic poem)
Stammering for attention in this internet age
Tasked with giving birth to a meme or a viral video
Until you realize that virus must be incubated in your blood, sweat, and tears
Two a.m. and still nothing to unleash on YouTube or Pintrest
Terrified that creativity has decided to leave you for that cute red head at Starbucks
Even though you have picture of creativity and a goat doing creative things
Realizing that goat was your meal ticket you wait your accolades, or did you…
My Favorite Superhero (an acrostic poem reprint)
Mortal though she may be
Obviously she has super powers
The ability to absorb pain and suffering with a single kiss
Hearing so acute that she doesn’t miss a whisper from a mile away
Eyesight so keen that she can actually see through and around solid objects
Remember that your mom is a superhero!
Blank (an acrostic poem)
Blue eyes staring out over the choppy waves
Longing for a sight of something solid on the horizon
And seeing nothing interrupting the embrace of sky and sea
Nervously the eyes blink, hoping for a sign
Knowing there would be nothing
