POEMS

Inside my brain lives three scary creatures.

They crawled in my ear while I was under the bleachers.

They squirm and they squiggle all through the school day.

I've asked them to talk, but they have nothing to say.

Now when the kids say, "Your head's full of air."

I say, "No, it's not. There's creatures up there."

James Powell III

2/17/94

inside my shoe lives

a googley goo he's

stuck to my shoe

by sticking glue

he played during

winter, he slept

during fall so

I sat at home

with no shoe

at all.

James Powell III

3/1/94

    LOST

    Staring out the window, looking at the past.

    I notice all sweet memories, but wonder if they'll last.

    I open up the window to step inside a dream.

    And see a recent lover. And with a smile I beam.

    Running wild with memories, tripping over fears.

    Crying with a laugh, laughing with my tears.

    James Powell III

    10/24/95