Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Trap

She stares into the mirror
At a plain and ugly face
Wouldn’t dare step foot on city streets
Without paint and hair in place

She scours beauty magazines
That tell her backside dimples need a cream
Starve yourself, skip dinner
Because objects in the rear are wider than they seem

She spends vacation time in hospitals
For a nip and suck off the hips
Returns to work looking caricaturized
With fat injected lips

She drowns her hair in peroxide bowls
To cover up the gray
While waxers rip body hair right out
So she’s as smooth as baby’s first day

She stares into the mirror
At a plain and ugly face
Brainwashed by impossible standards
Stripped of confidence and grace




~kfu

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine,

Eat your fancy box of chocolates.
Shove those stems where the sun don’t shine.
If one day for love is all you got,
You’re no true love of mine!



~kfu

Monday, February 13, 2012

Lost Stars

Stars are gassed out in the sky above my head
A honeycomb network of electric dots fills the void
I find comfort in solitude, eyeing the chaos that I fled.

Worker bees wake up, bodies weighed down with dread
Funneling through tunnels that spit straight to cells
Stars are gassed out in the sky above my head.

Office speak encrypted in emails that no one read
From bosses perched on cushy seats with panoramic views
I find comfort in solitude, eyeing the chaos that I fled.

Drones succumb to office lobotomies, emptying their heads
Green buds sprout dreams crushed under the man’s shiny shoe
Stars are gassed out in the sky above my head.

Creative communities emaciated, talents left for dead
Swept to outer boroughs like rubbage to the wind
I find comfort in solitude, eyeing the chaos that I fled.

Freedom to foster fresh ideas and reject what’s spoon-fed
No longer a dancing puppet but conductor of my own thread
Stars are gassed out in the sky above my head
I find comfort in solitude, eyeing the chaos that I fled.


~kfu

Sunday, February 12, 2012

An Understanding

He stands so stoic and strong
Never wanting to say good-bye
Knowing she is forever gone
But not really understanding why

Her struggles become his own
Never leaving her to fend for herself
Even now that she’s fully grown
All he wants for her is happiness and health

Distance makes it difficult
To lend his helping hand
Inability to act creates senseless guilt
More than he can stand

She’s always sought adventure
Welcomed impossible challenges, too
He’s always wished success for her
Never doubting what she could do

All his words filled with love and praise
Have pulled her through tough times
Always yearning to explore life her own way
Giving everything a solid try

He stands so stoic and strong
As the tears well up in his eyes
Knowing she is forever gone
Maybe someday he’ll understand why



~kfu

Friday, February 10, 2012

Stolen Peace

Familiar features flicker past the peripheral of my eye
Like inkblots fitting the pattern of an ever elusive face
Muddled memories shepherd me among the strangers at my side
My heart ripping past my chest, urging body to make haste

Trudging through motley crowds, thick like quicksand
Foolishly trying to grasp the veil that shields truth in secrecy
Uncertainty billows up like smoke suffocating me where I stand
Uncovering this puzzle piece promises to set my mind free

Dancing between the masses in a game of hide ‘n’ seek
A zigzagging silhouette my target in this chase
No matter how close I get he’s still too far to reach
My thirst grows more intense as I struggle to keep pace

Darting down subway stairs to platform edge on tippy toes
Peering into packed steel pens for my thief to turn his cheek
Hands reach out, grabbing fistfuls of air as train doors bite closed
Left to forever chase that phantom down dark tunnels in my sleep.



~kfu

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Laundry King

Time for a wash ‘n’ fold
Water hot or cold
Treat that stain
Somewhat in vain
‘Cause even Shout
Ain’t gettin’ it out
Stuff it in
Watch it spin
Tumbling around
With a swishing sound
Then a rinse
All within minutes
Spin has spun
Wash all done
Time to dry
But not on high
Or in a blink
Clothes will shrink
Fabrics tumble
Dryer rumbles
Colors swirl
Like ferris wheel twirls
Open door
Duds fall on floor
Snap them up
Before catching who-knows-what
From grimy ground
Where germs abound
With a pat
Stack them flat
Stuffed in a bag
Clean garb’s your swag
Headed home
Chore is done!



~kfu