Free Verse

By Charlene Delfin

It looks like this
Twisted
Free, but disorderly
Messy, displaced
Misery meets misery
And their company is happy

I took my coffee
And she shook my table
It spilled all over
It looks like this
There are two of them
So they look like these

Life is not built on these
None a shot shall I miss

Trying, trying not to fall
Rhymes I try to recall
Before your mom I call