Kathy's Poems - 3

Upon Overhearing a Beautician "I love violence" I heard her Say it But she doesn't look So strange Her makeup Is the non smear Type I read about That year In Vogue I know she read the book On how to arrange An affair A dinner party And her hair It doesn’t make sense Sign in to see full entry.

The Dream Back Into the dream Only this time Awake Holding At bay What the light Will not Take Sign in to see full entry.

11\16\96 The White Heat The white heat Behind my heart Winds forward to ignite Her very face Blinded by the scorching light I am not free To start No trace Of cool insight I cannot flee For fear of flight Sign in to see full entry.

The Game Alone can be My greatest Delight But I fear I have Overdone it now I have lost touch with my phone And I am frightened of my home I am tempted to roam Toward the wrong light I cannot get the other one in sight I am in mourning for a childhood I never had For a mother and a dad that... Sign in to see full entry.

Stuff Am I delusional Is this even do-able I feel such profound disgrace When I attempt to face The truth “How did I get so old” The edges are looking pretty rough Have I totally lost my youth Am I talking about the mound of stuff Or the stuff I am made of And How I never seem to have enough It... Sign in to see full entry.