Two poems (I do not even like stream of consciousness in an extreme form but do it at time)
“Rain” by yours truly
A bit of rain
In early summer.
“What a bummer!”
“Prayers for Rain.”
Was the old pop song.
Makes my porch chair wet.
Some things we remember.
And some forget.
“Weak” by yours truly
Sometimes I do not know if
I am weak or strong.
I got angry at an in-law relative
Who repeatedly said I was weak.
I had recently been physically tortured by police
For no reason.
I said to a potential online girlfriend
When she asked what was my best quality,
“I can survive anything.”