thought for the day, Oct. 24, 1981
i live with two cats
several books
300 albums/
the roaches refuse to leave
the sun came thru the window
and
arrogantly wrped my album by Change
i was not too upset about this
my favorite records/
no one else can stand
i play them daily
my neighbors leave me alone
the fog
sat
on the golf course
ev’ry day this week
it got on my car
and made it hard to drive
downtown san diego has a ring of fog
tuesday morning/7:35 a.m.
i was in san francisco for 30 seconds that morning
golden h ill is a good place to be black in
From my window i can see balboa park/
the
golf course/
the
neighbors yard
i did not totaly escape the view of electrical
wires
it is 5:45 p.m./
i am trying desperately not to fall in love
a white man shares secrets w/me
i am waiting
for him to use my blackness
as an excuse
to refuse my caring
niggas don’t have that/excuse
they have instead hurt me blatantly
or never care in the first place
in order not to complicate my life
bitterness
has made me less trusting
the cats like to stay outside
when i’m at work
they feed on depression
the house is just too
damn
cheery
when i’m gone
all week i have been trying to
convince myself
that I am a failure
on thursday nite i gave it up/
admitted that i was
as wonderful as ever
(i’ll have
to learn to live w/that)
it was such a revelation
that thursday nigth
i treated myself to tears
they took the place of the self pity session i was
saving
for sunday morning
one of the roaches
just
walked
over
n complained
about my cooking!!
it seems that i don’t splatter n spill
enuf offa the stove
and i clean it up too quickly n too well
i
informed this roach
that the whole group
the entire population of my studio
cd stage a walkout in protest/
he didn’t share my humor
so i promptly shared my black flag
hoping the message would be clearer than
verbal assaults
i live in a studio apartment
there is just enuf space for
one woman
to be complete in
lovers are welcomed only at
scheduled intervals
i’ve been toying witht he idea of phasing them out
altogether
it just occured to me
that if i kept a
journal
i cd use it for writing stuff like this
for the tme being i will call this a poem
put my nose in the air
and dare anyone to challenge me
it is 6:15 p.m. and
i must be getting dressed
some folks
can spend all day
writing poems
© geri lynn peak