by pattikeno
These clown shoes
keep tripping me
Can I take them off now?
I can’t stand to be
so clumsy
These clown shoes
keep tripping
me
Let me take them
off
I’m sick of
being your
stooge
I’m sick of
these shoes
too big for me to
ever fill
Let me take them
off
I can’t
stand
tripping like
this
.
.
10-26-95
©Patti Keno
1995
by pattikeno
that which…
that which is empty and
clean and dry
.
that which…
that which is aching
inside of me
that which
.
I tried to see that which
lies within
but it’s too expensive to
see
.
that which…
that which is hidden
inside of me
remains hidden
forever
.
that which…
that which I hold so
dear is lost
.
that which…
that which forever
tears me apart inside
remains hidden
that which
.
.
10-25-95
©Patti Keno
1995 Poetry the longing hand
by pattikeno
open, commanding
taking flight
yet never landing
I struggle with all my might
still i circle
never landing
.
open, commanding
the voices echo
strong and repremanding
still i circle
out of control
never landing
my crazy over-worked
soul
.
open commanding
it is gone
.
.
2/7/96
©Patti Keno
1996 Poetry
by pattikeno
this person
in the mirror
it is not me
I am not she
i am not her
I can’t be
i don’t feel
grown up
i’m just a
child
playing make
believe
it’s not me
in there
I’m not that
girl
with tiny eyes
and plain brown
hair
those wrinkles
they aren’t
mine
they can’t be
because I am
not her
and she
is not
me
12/10/14
pik
©Patti Keno
New Poetry