Angst Poems

He called my poem
Wise and tropical
The heat of the Caribbean:

The tongue of the goddess
Years of eating so much
Fishcakes lace

To be like me,
You will always be in tears
You will never be free
Your life will be haunted by your fears
You will

If it’s money that’s you splunder,

then you really make me wonder,

Is it friends we are at all?

Or am I just a crying call

for a memory to

Latitudes and Attitudes

Women are like the wind

you enjoy the warm breeze melting your heart

on a blustery day.

you bask in the heat of their passion

on a

Who is that elderly lady in the mirror

I don’t recognize her one bit

She doesn’t remotely resemble me

My mother or even some older version of me

She

the tiniest sliver of a

Crowded bustling crossroads

 people watching

 public faces  private souls

 universes onto themselves

Multidimensional yet vacant shells

 distorted souls receded deep within

 clouded over as if camouflaged

 compact pressure points

Of bubbling emotion desire