Turning that
random radio dial:
every third song,
a man killing
his sweetheart;
every third song,
a woman talked about
as if she were candy
or Satan;
every third song,
no woman complete
without a completion
named man;
every third song,
no man complete
without callousness
or armament or
loner stride,
no woman
to be seen;
every third
bluegrass
top 40 rock
folk rap jazz
standard
writes a man-woman
prescription to be taken
as directed and now
every third song
in my head
writes itself
the same.
Dark Matter 
January 17th, 2016 at 12:14 pm
Ah, such a shame my radio doesn’t pick up English speaking stations. Of course I could find them on the internet if I cared to… I enjoyed the poem.
January 16th, 2016 at 1:45 pm
Many of us woman spent our life accepting this and didn’t even realize we weren’t whole people on our own until we got old and invisible except to gays. How gay men treated me as a whole separate person of value outside any relationship with them, their desires, or their ego has been one of the most enlightening and freeing experiences in my long life.