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