Tom Miller Poems - 1997Continued
cocoon
i am
a cocoon
fly from me
fresh from change
your new wings
open to the wind
leave me
empty
dream #3
a tornado
driving down main street
chasing me
into the tall building
from which i can see
it coming, sucking up
street life, spitting
out dust, it seems to
know me.
the fear
so real, maybe
there is some truth in here
chasing me
the tall building
from which i see it coming
coming for me
closer
and
a wall of gray matter takes me up
flying
flat death cold fingers
and bone -- i wake into
the brightness of sun
through blinds blinding
dry
my pen ran dry
as i was writing
my love poem
like my pen
my love has run dry
like my poem
it was my best
ending shortly
after it began
guess i need
a new pen
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would smell like perfume
instead of dog shit
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would piss on the trees
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
her mouth would be cleaner than mine
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would sniff your butt
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
you could put peanut butter on your dick
and let her lick it off
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would have no acting skills
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would be lazy and lie around all day
if my dog was elizabeth taylor
she would be sick all the time
hey, wait a minute
my dog is elizabeth taylor!
fifty shots of bourbon and a whiskey back
in his eleventh hour
he had won the game
wheel of misfortune in a glass
and she all but disappeared
down the murky depths
of hard wet stupor
for in his dull state
of candor and nausea
mixed like a bourbon and coke
with a twist of lime
stirred to perfection
cold as ice
he vomits his life
and her with it
one step shy of the shitter
fish lady
her face was etched with lines
leathery from the sun
pocked with acne scars
and specked with freckles
she decided
to do something about it
she had a chemical peel
and that freshened her up
but more was required
a nip and tuck
resolved the lines
but what about the flab?
in another operation her sag was
pinned back behind her ears
she looked twenty years younger
next she had the fat
sucked out of her necks
now she had only one neck
goodbye frog jokes
she had permanent eye liner applied
collagen injected into her lips
and that night at the bar
everyone wondered how
the old fish could breathe
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