Subjected Subject

I would rather be your subject

than your object

Sweetie

In this absolutely loveless sentence

of ellipses

Or even your clause 

in lieu of this phrase

of endless 

colons

Yet I'm here 

scribbled

In  stolid brackets

of your indecision

IM aginations

and sure in actions 

deserving of exclamations!

AH!!!!

Just letters

and spaces

and spaces 

and letters

With no sketches

Of hope

to climaxed creativity

OH!!!

Good Heavens!

I dangle here

Verbless

In the appendage of your heart

Copyright©2023 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Afraid to Love

You are not afraid to love

Like I fear the way 

you don't love me

Then love the scare

Of being free

Then tear

The cheer

Of you and me

And hug and kiss

This nobody

That holds my hand

In fantasy

And reads my mind

Good grief!

He be

That Lonely

Cling

That walks with me

Makes no demands

humble he be

To catch me in

fidelity

A cunning fool

for sure is he

You are not afraid to love

You just don't

love me

Copyright©2023 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Treadmill

My heart

Is racing

On this treadmill

Going nowhere

Yet present

To do this

another day

Oh the ache

Of holding on

To these

Unfeeling handles

Unknowing

mandles

To pace

This illusion

That can never

compare

To a real jog

anywhere

Up scary land

Where fake friends

Hold hands

With big hearts

From life's demands

down these

Hills and valleys

Leading to Leftbank

I hate treadmills

they go nowhere

BOX

I met a man today

who fit so well 

in a box

I wondered if Jack was his name

He had neither fortune nor fame

Just a peaceful smile on his face

He could no more hear,touch,or taste

Indeed it is really a shame 

That I never knew Jack's name

Or why he spent so much money

For an hour

In this honey-colored

box

Tracks

I have passed through this track a few times

I am sure of where it leads

If I touch that picker bark tree

I am almost certain I'll bleed

I use this stick to anchor my steps

Now the hill isn't that steep,after all

Though, I dare not balance on that beam

Because there is a high chance I'll fall

The tree by the river has a ribbon

So I'll just keep walking this track

My eyes scan the ground for mapepires

And wild animals that might attack

Sometimes I feel a bit lost here

Unsure if to turn left or right

But the bush is so beautiful

So pristine from hominids

I might just lay here for the night

What is the name of that bird

with the weird rattling song?

There is no one to judge me here

I might as well shout along

Do you hear the whisper of trees

Or even the aching of woods

Us hominids are so self-absorbed

I'm certain very few of us could

Orchids and blue butterflies

Are still pretty much out of sight

Alas another ribbon ahead

I guess I ought not to turn right 

Copyright©2023 by Camille Caliscia Patrick