Poem collection

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Temperature gauge 

I swear I’m living on mercury 

Trying to read the temp of this room 

It’s a temporary conditional warning 

Or being stuck in tepid isolationist doom 

I hop in and out just to check in 

But a frigid air sweeps the place 

That I swear did not exist a moment ago.

These warm and cold fronts are inconceivable 

So many egos draft upwards and down 

So a tornado forms then throws me around. 

Lobster 

Let me tell you I’m the best of the bunch 

Tap on the glass and see how I react 

Regard me as bug-eyed when I stare back. 

I am the lobster, I don’t want to be eaten 

But I am disappointed when I am not chosen 

When the observer turns into the lobster 

With quick assumptions about physicality 

Engorging on the pleasurable view 

Who doesn’t want to be high quality? You?

Bus thoughts 

Intrusive death, intrusive sex, 

Why is it that they confront me here?

I do not want to be alone with my bus thoughts. 

I see life that only seems to deal bad hands. 

Am I looking at their lives, or mine? 

I do not judge a book by its cover, 

But I see the world through a lens of my own. 

Do not leave me alone with the bus thoughts, 

They loop and remind with every stop sign, 

Sticky-substanced like the stop request line.