Daily Archives: September 7, 2014

Lemon Meringue Pie

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Lemon Meringue
Tang so
complex you
rush to the nearest bus stop and
see a stranger passerby
Lemon Meringue
Apple Pie.

Look into his eyes
see the faint taste of surprise
as you meet his guise
dashing,
the stop won’t stay
and you have to pay
the bus fare fee
make it down the highway free
flee, and
make it to the lonely street
stop
and savor, savor sweet
Lemon Meringue pie.

Black forest cake
dense,
nothing has been found
with such immense
strength we’ve
circumnavigated stars
to find such recompense.

Each new creation,
a new surprise
I spies
another pair of eyes
black tousers
sleek ebony collars
maybe on a whim I’ll
catch my dollars
inside the bus window
flapping like a flag
of unnoticed surrender
to my own
unnoticed
prayer;

Maybe that should get me there.

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry

The Bottom of the Stairs

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supposed to be in bed
maybe, slipping from the bed
ordering my side lunch-ins and
breakfasts in bed
is how I wish to think of you
a laissez faire smile
the smell of coffee
and perhaps
redemption
from the city street noises
that keep me up at night.

I’ve lived on stone hard floors
and maple leaf cots
thrown together by girls
burnishing their side bangs
blushing,
at the looks.
oh, no, of course not
I have to live here
they might explain
humbly gesturing to the array of
blankets
at the bottom of the stairs.

it is one AM
a time reserved
only for poets.

at two AM
I was dreaming
of you.
and perhaps,
I was still naïve about
life
but how else
was it supposed
to be viewed?

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry