Starfish and Coffee (inspired by Prince's Starfish and Coffee) I wake up to coffee I make, Nestle instant with green tea, powdered creamer, and a dash of Sweet and Low. It tastes crappy, but I love the feeling it brings. I cannot afford Starbucks, miss the whipped cream, the caramel swirls. Don't like maple syrup and jam, or ham, or tangerine, but orange marmalade with butter, on crusty biscuits from KFC. My mother clothed me in mildewed sweaters. I wouldn't be surprised, if she fed me starfish for breakfast. She'd pack it in a grimy tin box, for all my classmates to see, just like the song goes. Raspberry Parade: A Ghazal for Prince On my way home from the cabaret, I realize I've lost my beret. The street is an endless parade, raspberries on my float, not a beret. Vagabonds crowd the sidewalks, wrapped in colorful rags, but no beret. I wear a red dress my mother bought, with a crystal tiara, not a beret. She passed away in 1994, and the song isn't about me but a beret. Bio Note: I write free verses, rhyming poems, and Japanese short form poetry, some of which saw the light of day in journals like Alien Buddha Zine, Spillwords, and Cajun Mutt Press, Fevers of the Mind Press. I am also a Jeopardy fan.