Here are some poems that I found lying about in my notes. Perhaps I thought them unworthy. You can decide.
First Person Singular
I’m not overly fond of “I”
“I”s are a bit selfish, or at least self centered
I think
On the other hand (my other hand)
If I don’t use I or me or myself
I royally proclaim what is
Hiding my I behind the omniscient eye
Perhaps I should try to fool you more
With no “I”s
Much easier to swallow
But less refreshing
So I will brew my
“I”s tea
Dark and dusty
With sugar and lemon
Just the Titles of Books I Want to Write About Retirement
- Closing Arguments
- It’s Another: How Everything is Not One Thing
- The Old Gray Mare: Thank Goodness She Ain’t
- DayNew Mon
- Just Desserts
- Postlewd
- Fall Forward
- Jack’s Afterglow: Jumping Over the Candleshtick
- Taps Dancing
I Know a Place
There is a place where I could be
Where no one knows
Me
There is a place where I could start
Over and over
Alone
But safe
In the way that being lonely is
Safe