Misey consumes my insides
like a rat gnawing on wood
The day moves inertly
like molasses running off a spoon
delicacies taste like moldy chocolate milk
Everything smells like the frog I dissected this morning
when will this stop?
I fear if it lasts any longer
this shiny black black revolver will be used one last time
and send the lethal bullet
flying into my skull
to forever rest there
the bright pool of crimson blood
making a halo of death
around my cold, lifeless head
		-Anne Vanderhorst

The sea laps at my feet
cool and calm
a bright turquoise
soft and gentle
the wind whips my hair around
balmy and humid
with the flavor of salt air
the shells sparkle
I can see the sun
it blazes in the west
in flames it travels to the sea
spreading its parting light on me
the friendly egret waddles
I call this place paradise
nowhere else I'd rather be
then sitting on the sand, beside the rolling sea.
Today was filled with many events
at dawn's break I walked along the shore
then back to P4B
with pieces of crisp toast and squirting grapefruit.
Then a dip in the lolling pool
looking for pennies in the bright waters
basking in the golden sun
the tiny lizards scampering.
Then off to Ding Darling
for a look at many birds
roseate spoonbill, ibis, anhinga
all flashing their feathers at me.
Next we go to lunch on Captiva
we drive across the bridge
on the blue reflector roads
to the Mucky Duck.
Then we return to the Gulf
 lulling elders to an afternoon nap
as children surf in on the waves
and young engineers contruct sandcastles.
Next we go clean up
shower away the chlorine
make ourselves look pretty
and dress for McT's.
There we sit
all of us
Adorable and her husband Childlike
Adorable's daughter Book Worm
and her husband Kitty Cat
Adorable's daughter in law Gorgeous
and her children:
Thoughtful,
Exuberant,
and Precious
and I, Beautiful Girl
we sit chomping on crab
we cherish all memories
and sink into an impenitrable
unbreakable
BLISS
			-Anne Vanderhorst
			April 1997

Lonesome
All Alone
In a world full of gloom
Isolated like an unexplored island
All Alone
Always chosen last for a game of kickball
A no one, a nonentitiy in a room full of celebrities
All Alone
No one to have a friendly shoulder to cry on
A desolate cactus on the western desert landscape
All Alone
Waiting for an outstretched hand to give your world a boost
All Alone, like the Velveteen rabbit, 
a child's playtoy aimlessly tossed aside
	

A woosh of birds
Their feathers slice the air
Making a sound that's pleasant to be heard
The fly around, as if they don't have a care
The waves crash in
Creating a bubbly foam
That feels enjoyable on your skin
Much better than taking a bath at home
Grains of sand between your feet
The seashells wash upon the shore
It's where land and water meet
From the plains to the ocean floor
I look up to watch a soaring dove
And see the changing clouds above	
-by Anne Vanderhorst July 1997




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