My Last Dime

Newly minted for shine

Tossed, turned, tenderly regarded

The proverbial last dime

Purchased scarce commodities

Lassoed heaven to earth

Delivered the unreachables

My proverbial last dime

The umbrella against thunderstorms

The deluge-scaling boat

Roof-top sanctuary against floods

My never-ending last dime

Secured penny-stock securities

Stopped leaks in life

Advanced classism to next rung

Draped designer frocks at the drop

Reeled in necessities at the brink

My never-ending last dime

Tossed, turned, tenderly regarded

Heads, life is livable

Tails, livable is life

Newly minted for shine 

 


--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Painting Circle

I painted them brown

Framed them in white

To reach those perched up there

Who must come down

I stood back with pride

Such handiwork finished

By a woman not handy

But the brown got on the white

And the white got on the brown

I dabbed on the brown

A makeup artist’s blemish cover

It got on the white

I dabbed on the white

To conceal my imperfection

It got on the brown

I dabbed on the brown

It got on the white

When will this end?

How will this end?

 


--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.