On The Horizon

sleepy eyes drift float
on distant waves unable
to gently crash for night

S.H. Burum

Trumped

We made it through
Inauguration Day - barely.

My lover and I,
so disgusted

with those, who, lifted
this

up, that we,
could barely tolerate,

one another.

State Of The States

My heavy heart
hangs so close to hell,
I feel the lick,
Orange.

Do we even exist,
when we know,
there is no future,
for us?

This cannot pass
soon enough.

My People

How my people have treated my people
in the days before yesterday.
I blame my fathers,

with their bloody hands
and cold hard hearts -
did they have hearts?

Or, were they walking penises?
Satisfaction the only goal.
They sure created a mess.


Me.

Confessions of a Pre-Teenage Witch

Oh, boohoo,

they teased me too.

More than once 

I felt a dunce.

Even some teachers 

sat in the bleachers 

and joined in the fun,

of humiliating someone. 

Yes, we all had to hear it, 

the block bully, full of mean spirit,

others gather round 

while you're put down. 

Makes you wish 

you were the witch

they said you was, 

simply because, 

your beautiful rare name 

is exactly the same 

as some cartoon chick

who rides a broomstick. 

Sabrina - an old Anglo Saxon word,

or so I've heard. 

I understand it to mean

Princess. Or, future Queen. 

*Oh, how I wanted to take those brats,

and feed them to my bats. *

SH Burum abt 2003

GoA Way

There are days, that I do not care.
Yesterday's clothes, are what I wear.

Sometimes, even, the day before's.
I close curtains, and lock doors.

Often, I am tempted,
to never leave my bed,

and, company
is what ails me.

SH Burum abt 2003

With Each New Day

I love quiet mornings, hours long,
Yet, I rarely arise
with the first bird's song -

I lay still, and quiet my mind.
Soon, I am in dreamland again.
Not ready for life's grind.

My day often starts at noon.
Even that seems too soon.

SH Burum abt 2003