Sometimes I steal stuff from myself

I wish I was a poet

I wish my words could flow

Like cherry Kool-Aid

On the kitchen floor

I wish I could create complex images

Like a child

Coloring on her bedroom door

I wish I knew a troubled life

The turmoil of gum

Tangled in my hair

I wish I could crawl inside

A Popsicle

It is eternal summer there

I wish puddles were poetry

Jump in

And splash around

I wish I could rhyme

With the sound of chalk

Scraping across the ground

Poems are For Pansies

Intuned

Intoned

Enthroned

She croons her ooo ooo ooo

Lips pursed, eyelids

Fluttering

Inside and out

Inside and ooout

Inside it builds

Until it spews

And drips

Down

Her

Chin

Pain

I got the bluuuues