Well, it doesn't need much saying since I'm here, but I write as well. Recently though, I entered a poetry contest sponsored by The America Library of Poetry and apparently made it into the semi-finals of the contest. Also, it seems the group wants to publish the poem in a compliation book called Excellence, so I'm pretty excited about it all. Oh yes, here's the poem I submitted for the contest.
Kelsey and Roy
My little lover has my heart
My boyfriend, my prey, my Roy
He was a hard catch with his bounces and swings
But I will satisfy him and he will satisfy me
It was many days before I had you on that grassy hill
Days of bearing your swings of joy, sadness and anger
until with tears in your eyes and fingernails raking my face
you kissed me and let me have your prepubescent heart
We laid in each other’s arms while resting on the grass
You apologized for not taking medication while I was
You said your religion forbids such mind-altering pills
As we walked to your house, I wondered how crazy you were
Your mother wasn’t thrilled to meet me on arrival
She said I was bad for your already deep abe
I couldn’t care what abe meant as we entered your room
Because all my desires were about to be realized
Then you slit my throat with a knife
Because L. Ron kept you insane
Then you whispered in my ear
“You’re the best old man ever.” |