Two poems
“I scream” by yours truly
Ice cream truck,
Just my luck.
Releasing loud jingles
(With the wind it mingles.)
Into the air
As if I care.
But it is a bit spooky.
There was a horror TV show
About an ice cream truck driver
Who plays jingles to lure in kids
And then kills them.
There is also a pre-adolescent
And pretty Latina girl
Riding a bike around
My apartment building,
I guess for exercise.
I am not a pedophile,
But she is a bit young
And attractive.
I try not to look at any stranger
For more than a second anyway.
And there are the wind storms,
The wind.
“Starburst” by yours truly
Like a starburst
From the cental bulb
Of a flashlight at night.
Little lines of white,
Spreading out
With some color,
Like the sun
But gentler
Because at night
And artificial.