Poems from Annette M Velasquez
I cling to the underbelly
of society's fringe
clinging like a baby possum
at its mama's
soft fur.
And I'm floundering
among El Chuco's...
These constant strivings
for equilibrium
though your stability
is assaulted.
This battle to retain
equanimity
to not veer blindly
from a...
Disjointed ravings
a madwoman's moan
sophomoric drivel
- not art.
Pathetic scribblings
inked rambling
- a feeble
yelp?
- Or
Riveting
though...
It was the verdant lushness
that startled my senses-
more than the trepidation
of,
where were we to live?
where to work?
what to eat?...
I am not the memory
of a hard mother's voice
staccatod like gunfire
of, " Why don't you?"
" Why can't you?"
I am the desire
to flow
clear...