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Tuesday Poetry: Where’s the Tylenol?

The sink is filled with dishes
You haven’t used
There’s very little food in the fridge
And it’s too hot to cook
The sink and the tub are covered
With things you don’t use
The bedroom is littered with clothes
And junk that you don’t own
The only time you have alone
Is when you’re on the toilet
You have to leave the house
To get away from the noise
Crashing at a friend’s house
Means sleeping on a couch
Like you have for two months
No time to relax, no time for fun
But it won’t last forever

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Tuesday Poetry: Crack House Drive-By in 1992

I lived on a street
With a crack house
It was not the first
It was not the last
Cars came and went all day

I was five
They were three houses away
There was a drive-by
One summer evening
We lived there only a month or two

I understood what the sounds were
I didn’t think if people were hurt
The family went back to 
Watching a movie but this time
We shut the front door

The next crack house was
Down the street almost
A block away from us
Crackheads and crack whores
Walked the streets at night

I walked to grade school
Every day in these neighborhoods
I thought this was normal life
I didn’t know life was different
For literally everyone else

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.