Short Poems #3

Formulaic
The young man.
Cold.
Dead to me.

When did it all go right?
Meet the girl.
Kiss her lips.
Take her down.
By the hips.
Sentenced now.
Behind bars.
Never tell.
Going far.

Dear Mr. President
Do the right thing;
resign resign resign!
Love, your wife
PS You never were good in bed

On the run
So, you've caught up.
You've found me out.
Chucked me in straight
to the deep end.
A pool of incest
pool of lust.
I won't share you.
For anyone.

Yet, I am still on the run.
No more fun and games.
This wasn't good for anyone.
Give up the gun.
Enough of the fucking phrases.
I am my own woman.

Padded room
"I've just lost my mind.
My arms! They've shrunk!
I hear no nothing!
I believe in rainbows,
love, people, everything!!!
Where's my release?!"

Ignorance is strength
He shot himself in the head.
The guard doesn't move or know.
It's just another late shift.

ButReadingOntoOurKindnessEvolves
A title that makes no sense.
No relation to context.
But I am in love with you.
So much to care about stuff.
It's a bit strange- but so what?
You can have some affection,
for- otherwise- some strangers.
But I feel different now.
I think I've finally changed.
I think you can see it now.
I love you more than myself-
I believe you are golden.