Rock the vote

I go into the
booth knowing the past, making
the future my choice.

Fever

I incubate germs.
Feel their heat warp my head, their
chill shake my body.

Reflection

Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.

Forced

Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.

Theatre of the mind

Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.

Toil and trouble

Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.

Face waxing

In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.

Free at last

Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.

Undone

Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.