closed eyes
scenes and sinking dreams
inaccessible connections
down directionless streets
up steep stairs and in random rooms that lead to rooms
faded forms
difficult and demanding
thoughts with no words tangled in the air
confused familiarity
my hands sweaty
turning and reverting
escape
awake
Sleepless
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
Dr. Seuss
Abrasion
Sand pouring along dips and curves
Smashing rocks
Bumps and debris left behind
Scraping lines and jagged scars
Chafing words
Script set
To hurt
This blistered, scratched up old and wounded
Broken heart
Man-Made
Fleeting emotions
Ridiculous notions
Some concocted thought
Of man-made feelings
Days
Dazed. In a haze, she walks alone
along the road.
Thinking without thinking,
looking without looking,
route recalculating.
Then an awakening of sorts,
up high the first star on a lavender and barely yellow blended sky.
Fading.
Another day
slipping away.
Perchance
Open landscape of turns and bends.
Directions.
Chances and confidence.
Overwhelm senses.
Optimism, pessimism.
Expectations and apprehension.
Open, defenseless.
Perchance.
No Tears
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
― Robert Frost
Wheels
Swishing swirl.
Swiftly,
spinning,
bicycle wheels.
Labor Day
I’m gonna rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I’ll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I’ll get up and do it again
Nighttime
Nighttime softness.
Almost soundless.
A click. A tick.
Sporadic hiss.
Rustling leaves.
Squeaky cheeps.
Voiceless whispers
Timeless silence.
