Tom Miller Poems - 1997Continued Further
flea in my urethra
in my urethra
so goes the flea
flea in my urethra
one two three
wanna go wee
but it hurts when i pee
flea in my urethra
flea flea flea
gotta get a pin and
pick it out of me
flea in my urethra
you are free
untitled
i have this dream where
a bee hive lands on my
head and i am surrounded
by stinging and buzzing
sticky with honey
i run into the tree
the hive breaks apart
attracting a bear
who chews my swollen
head until the pain ends
i owe my integrity money
i have tried
to make something of myself
never at my own expense
i take the long way
downtown to avoid creditors
the travel shop, the coffee shop,
the frame shop, all in the same mall
i owe them all money
and my friends, i owe them too
for they have given me their trust
and i have rewarded them
with failure
it's gotten so bad
even my integrity
won't speak to me
until i pay it back
outbound breezes
orchestra
waves pound shore
carry salt
fresh fragrance
across
outbound breezes
dancing mother
birth
sea tide
moving
in time
heartbeat
breath of living things
behind restless
powerful dark expanse
surf beneath storm
of cloud gray electric
poetry girl put into submission
i told her
no specifications of length
but poems of less than 40 lines
had a better chance with me
she was a talker
i told her i do not comment
on rejections
she rhymed
no greeting card verse
no simultaneous submission
she was predictable, abstract, and cliche-ridden
i can not use you
i said
i am literature, she roared
hear me rant
i sent her back
pretentious poetre
I
toy
with form and content
so ivy league
and contemporary am I
me
a torn soul
looming over my
cup of black abyss coffee
and soul sucking cigarette
my
whiskey by my side
cliche cast to the wind
suffer the glory
of my great writing
you
pious monkey