Poems by Pete Lee.
Born to Pun
refrigerators
run in my family.
Direction
she loves me
she loves me not
one way or
the other
I still have a
poem to finish
Frequent Flyers
Business travel
being what it is
today, no wonder
birds are prone
to the occasional
migrate headache.
A High-Rise Hotel Window
on a waikiki vacation
is a voyeur's haven,
but do be
careful not to cave in
to the temptation
to be the
voyee.
Love Attack
I was blind
sided.
I was way
laid.
I was
am
bushed.
Tomgirl
an upper and a lower tooth missing
when
he smiles old playing
with dolls injury
Why I Won't Be In Zen Class Today
I fell in the forest
and heard myself