Tiredness touch snuck in and won again. A poem.
Gravel drags under a trash can being Pulled out to the back alley Sirens wail, weeping over a soul Human or bumper I'm not sure. Drooling, the gutters above me Pool together their spit Distorted walkways become Slip and slides Obstacles of five hundred dollar Pet litter. Whoosh pishhh Tires feel the pavement Gripping at … Continue reading Sounds of the City
A poem to help you be calm.
Grasping the end of the pale sheet lift, flow, fold lift, flow, fold Eyelids fluttering freshly washed, warm crawl in. UP up. Pull back the sheet spreading over with purple veins sweet deprived no, sleep. Deprived. Lift, flow, fold lift, flow, shut. Sheet so straight, creases ceases. All sounds so Loud. A quarter after, laughter. … Continue reading Out of Bed
Every night I look up at the moon and want to bite it I imagine fitting the whole glowing mass into my mouth and feeling a cool air escape through my lips A small light would glow through my opal teeth and slowly fade as it melted away First bite it would crunch but soon … Continue reading Bite Size Snack
For just a moment don't feel. Live in the air that constantly surrounds you. Blink the tiny molecules of numbers and letters studied around the world every day. Kiss not a person but a soul and understand what stings within you. For just a moment don't think. Experience a moment without worry and sigh not … Continue reading Is
Looking out this foggy window I see two silhouettes sitting on a wire Feathered bodies, one fat one skinny Holding on tight watching rays of rising fire This murky layer of morning is lifting and a sky is shining through the dark figures are becoming flitting feathered creatures wings spread wide revealing purplish green under reddish brown Those spots … Continue reading Birds on a Wire
We are comforters. One is great, but two are better. People pull us up when they need us. When they are warm and cozy, they toss us aside. It's our bright colors that are always appealing. They fold our corners and shake out our wrinkles. In the winter we are their favorites all cooped up … Continue reading Comforter
Losing focus A wandering mind, thoughts uncontrollable looking out for recovery or medication A cure? Oh, why yes please! The soothing sounds of a piano an oboe, maybe violin Just choose something speechless wavering sounds of an orchestra wearing thin So, try I have yet every sound, every strum or string keeps me off track … Continue reading A Slave to Music