Three More Poems

BBB

That’s the sound my earbud case makes

When it runs out of battery.

It’s like the sound when you put a microphone to a loudspeaker,

The shrill screech, only cut short into dotted sounds that penetrate the library space.

It’s broken, I know, and if I charge it it will become good again

But I don’t have my charger with me,

So I leave it on the tabletop

And look at it in silence

As it keeps going

“B-B-B”

Nobody Told Me

Nobody told me what poetry would be like.

I tried doing sonnets and villanelles

Haikus and limericks,

But they never felt nice to me.

They always rhymed and I could not rhyme,

And RhymeHippo.com sounded so unprofessional.

They always had refrains, and I would refrain

From writing these lines, because I could not.

I have read so many poems, and I don’t even know why half

Of them are considered good. I know they have nice rhetoric,

But isn’t that it? It’s just cute language.

I don’t really understand how analysis makes it better, either.

I have written a successful triplet poem with around 33 lines

That was something about a child and the rain. I don’t exactly

Remember what the title was – I’d named it Untitled before,

And I wish I could write something like that again.

I hate the person who spoke at our last meeting today. She

Was simply showing off and I hated it because it sounded so dumb.

But I liked the meeting today because my favourite shirt was there.

This is supposed to be a quatrain so let me stuff another line here.

Noon

My air pod case is running out of power.

Even its red light refuses to turn on.

At the same time my computer is burning down to 47%

From 65% just a while ago.

I can’t remember if it’s spelled ‘awhile’ or ‘a while’

And Word is refusing to help me.

I would like to do some STEM

As I promised I would,

But I don’t think my brain would be able

To handle that many numbers –

This is also the reason why

I am not studying history,

Because we recently got to Stalin

And there are too many zeroes to be remembered.

But of course, I am sitting here now and typing

On my keyboard –

The nail polish on the ‘delete’ key still hasn’t worn away

And my touchpad is not clicking.

My left ear is hurting, and I should take the air pod off.

Oh, there we go.

“Hale shook his head and said, “There is no body.””

There, a new line. Never thought it’d be so hard to write.

Maybe I should start a new work like I did so many times.