poems etc.


It was a thin wire

Spindly thin

And she walked on it

Carefully fast

With her pink clown shoes

As she tried to keep

Her diminishing locks

From prying into her one eye

For the other eye

Was a blind glass

The beautiful Nazi blue


They gave her



So, with her tired arms

And bony fingers

She wobbled

The deadly waltz

With a sly hoop

Dancing on her neck

And twisting into her hair


Holding her back



And the hall gasped

As she spun

And almost slipped off


But the greased line

A loving mother

Kept her bleeding heels


Steadily sloped



“It would be a miracle if she made it”

they whispered

in between their thin mints

and garlic popcorn


Two tickets for a dollar

Tampons were more expensive.