Friday, January 21, 2011
Flavor of the Day -- Poetry 2011
Perched, the parakeet barks like a dog;
the cockatiel mimics its former owner’s microwave…
house of warped pets – psychosis in action –
their identity in question, they’re all disconnected.
Cat follows along on dog walks; dog tries to climb trees.
Topsy-turvy dysfunction in her mini world… trying on
personas, she hadn’t figured out who she was;
her identity in question, she was disconnected.
Walk-in closet of dislocated moods and uneven
temperament contained examples of hippy, Goth,
hip-hop, punk, and more clothing at her fingertips.
Delightful to demented, she wore them all with pride
declaring herself to be… her particular flavor of the day.