Five brief poems
1) “Towel” by yours truly
Towel,
Throw it in and
Begin again.
No shame in that.
Even thrown violently on the hard floor
(not a mat).
After the violence and a shower,
Use the towel to dry off.
And stay as dry as you can man.
2) “Acidic” by yours truly
Acidic tears
Over the years,
Burning my face.
Such disgrace,
Like handling chlorine,
If you know what I mean.
3) “Lamps” by yours truly
Bought some Himalayan salt rock lamps.
They are supposed to help you relax.
Something about negative ions.
The store owner said,
“How they work does not matter, if they work.”
4) “Coughing” by yours truly
Coughing and crying
In the morning.
There is no denying,
But keep trying,
On truth relying.
5) “Contain” by yours truly
Can you contain her?
In a container of your mind?
Or just explain her?
Probably not.