Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Cinquains

11.
Listen
Applicant, your
Resume must whisper
Profit, Ivy. Or admit you
Submit.

12.
When you
won't go the speed
limit, I say “Come on,
are you new to driving?” like I
hate you

13.
Master
I called for you
for hours until my throat
was raw and torn but you didn't
appear

14.
Master
I called for you;
you came and put the room
in order never asking why
I called



NOTES FROM THE PSYCH WARD

16.
The ward
stifles Edward
needs a cigarette and
fresh air all he needs, like any
person


17.
The meds
Flatten feeling
The me I know is gone
Wretched as I was before I know this
Is wrong


18.
Caitlyn
Is twenty one
Mixed lithium and booze
Called the help-line slumping into
Coma

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

beckett, these poems are really haunting. I'm glad you're writing poetry again. It's me, LaMisma, your old friend.

Anonymous said...

Agreed -- s29

beckett said...

Hello LaMisma. Thanks.

Glad to hear from you. Glad to see you have a new tennis blog.