I don’t mind 
being a nobody 
it’s better than 
being a somebody 
to someone who 
doesn’t really care 
keep me invisible 
and let tears 
be the rain 

An ode
to the 
picked upon
boys the 
heels to 
the toes
of the 
popular ones 
so sad
to be 
tossed aside 
like weeds
from a 
tender bouquet 
to never 
be plucked 
a forget
me not
long forgotten 

It bubbles 
this happiness 
though not 
with fanfare 
a still
made from 
hollow tubes
in which 
things move 
and change 
from hop
to skip 
and jump 
just intoxicating 
it is 

Music frames me
you and this 
just us two 
sipping away and 
dreaming about day
lazily we glide
careful not to 
spill careless affection 
our affair hidden 
to outside eyes 
plays its symphony 
it ends this 
movement with applause 

No longer 
a ribbon
paper or
box bauble 
or trinket 
nor treasure 
to cherish 
not seashell
or stone 
or any
one of
other things 
found kept 
and forgotten 
not green
or flower
planted watered
and pruned 
just I
and nothing 
ever noticed 
needed heeded
or had