April 6, 2024 Poetry

ADOLES-NO-SENSE

ADOLES-NO-SENSE Artwork by DALL·E
  

pheromonal?
 
Zeusian grok:
outa (I thought) 
lotta blue sky
 
a lightning bolt
surprises you
distracts radar
 
from what I
had presumed
an ability to
 
navigate these
worlds well
not dependent 
 
on any [fe]
male because
had learned
 
just how cope
with nature
but suddenly
 
ex-bod sure
changes fast as
are Gerard’s
 
new interests
in our now
way fairer sex
 
at least so
my consensus 
seemingly
 
infinite voices
in head try
to convince me
 
…+ if others
must know one
was odd god


Drunk Loco Parentis
 
I am 17 when sun
of my life is born 
& the two of us
(father Jeraldo 
+ son) are now 
grown uppity
...all together
also alone… 
‘cause both 
his mother 
as well as 
dad died
in a car
crash.