Submitted by Michael Mayhew on May 9, 2013
Talking to my child's therapist
I am overtaken by a sudden discomfort
An urgent need to pop down the hall
For a quick pee
Or is it rather the discomfort
That the conversation is
Somehow cutting
too close to the bone
And if I excuse myself, will
She see it as me ducking out
Of a difficult topic?
(these therapists analyze
everydamnthing)
Should I plead the large
mug of green tea I've
been sipping from?
And why do I care if she makes
assumptions about me?
What does it matter?
Freud said that sometimes a
cigar is just a cigar
Can a pee be just a pee?
And thus occupied, I left the room
just as effectively as if I
actually had
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 4, 2013
Sweet Bianca preens
To any and all who watch
To bend thought and wit
Katerina speaks
Sears the ears of all around
Bianca waiting
Petruchio speaks
Katharine speaks not for his ears
Her words will have bite
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 2, 2013
The hypothesis was:
If you fall in love,
They will fall in love.
So much for science
And hypotheses.
Perhaps metaphysics assists
With fundamental questions:
Why is there something
rather than nothing? Why is
There friendship rather than love?
Heidegger offers no resolution,
No insights from predecessors,
No insights among successors.
Spiritual searches, equally
Inconclusive, barren and elusive.
Hypothetically it seems,
That love simply is.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on May 1, 2013
We hold love’s currency
In a shared account
No bank
No banker
No gold standard
No sovereign
No stocks
No bonds
Sole proprietors
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on April 29, 2013
Hung out to dry, the wash
Flutters indifferently in the blue sky
That holds the airplane’s slow descent.
Engine sounds dissipate like its purpose.
Time, impatient to end the day,
Ravenous for anonymous night.
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