Poems from busybee333

Today things just aren’t going my way My eyes see nothing, my fingers sense nothing My mind is a barren terrain and my heart is a blank...
Her face is pale birch wood or potato flesh. White, bland, boring.   Her mind is an explosion gone awry Intensely hued, a million different...
I was eating my pancakes Aunt Jemima’s Buttermilk and Liquid Maple Sugar My mother comes out and stares at my panqueques. She moves stonily...