All of the orange arrangements on my calendar are like the Beach Boys.
I want the yellow and orange calendar on my wall to be the Beach Boys green
blue constellations of days like in Pet Sounds. I want my calendar to be
arranged like a pink orange Beach Boys record with lots of great pink
temperatures. I wish the pink sunset and all the stucco buildings in Pico Fairfax
were the Beach Boys so I could cruise around. I hear the blue sea lions and the
screaming people on the Big Dipper ride at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk and
they are all funny deep blue Beach Boys. I want a pink and gold Beach Boys film
to wash across my body and show the world the way a sunset does. I want the
blue and green Beach Boys Don’t Worry Baby to be the blue air all over. I want
the blue and green Beach Boys Don’t Worry Baby to be my plan.
I wish the pink sunset and all the stucco buildings in Pico Fairfax were
the Beach Boys so I could cruise around.
I want a pink and gold Beach Boys film to wash across my body and show the
world the way a sunset does.
I want the blue and green Beach Boys Don’t Worry Baby to be my plan.
The Alanon Coloring Book
My mother brings home a coloring book
that she won’t let me color in.
Everyone in this coloring book
is an anthropomorphic cat
They all look crazy,
or like they want to hurt
the other cats.
On one page,
a belligerent, drunk
cat guy wearing pants
the crap out of a wall.
Behind the wall
he bangs on,
the cat man’s cat wife
and little kitten kids
have white faces.
They hide together
in the bedroom,
with a chair
pushed up against
When I ask my mother
why I can’t color
in this book.
She says it’s because
everyone in this book
When I ask her
why the cat man is
she says it’s because he was her
when she was very
FOR A WHILE THE ART WAS SO BAD – BLACK FLOWERS IN BALL POINT
PEN ON A PIECE OF WHITE POSTERBOARD AND KIND OF LIKE THIS
POEM ALL OF MY POEMS WERE LIKE THAT FOR A WHILE AND LIKE
I don't want anything
I don't want anything from you
besides look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I know pain.
I know pain.
I have been,
and I have something,
and it’s for you.
Liz Peters works as the program manager at Bowery Poetry and studies translation at Queens College. Her poems have appeared in No, Dear Magazine, JDB Records and on the album Warszawa by the rock band Point Reyes (Cakes and Tapes, 2012). She used to live in California.