Neon

Board, shake your umbrella dry. Find a seat. Voices drown out the trickling rain. Streetlights illuminate the bus, casting shadows. Strangers squeeze together. Everyone wearing Hot Breath No. 5. Suffocating. Germs disperse like a smoke bomb, touching me. Don’t think about it, you’re fine. People…

Hour 17 – Homeward

Homeward Rain splattered window Heading home after work I rest, letting the bus carry away my worries Letting someone else steer for awhile

17

There she stood Alone in the nave Needing to talk to the Lord The colorful glass Helped her be brave Like some modern-day Joan with a sword.

I could tell you

I could tell you how lonely it is In our bed at night And how I just dread to turn off the light But I suppose you already know   I could tell you that I’m out of sorts When your off and gone, and…

Prompt 16: it’s all about the chemistry

it’s all about the chemistry hovering around you in twos by twos by twos by twos you stabilise me. all pieces of my shell bonded when we dance together around centres, positively neutral, we stabilise each other so the centre will hold itself and us…

On Life and Diabetes (Hour Sixteen)

On Life and Diabetes   Unzipping my case, I fumble for my meter. Staring solemnly at the series of small callouses gracing every digit on my left my hand, it dawns on me: my life IS diabetes.   Too many times each day, I poke…

Clean

Purify me Douse me in your holiest water And your strongest rubbing alcohol. Clean me Scrub me with steel wool And scrubbing bubbles with bleach. After all that Maybe for once I will be free of dirt and sin

God’s Neglect, Hour 17

Man crawled from the mud and saw god God sneered and said “Get the fuck off my lawn” We’ve been cursed all along And wonder why the songs all sound dissonant Why religion becomes irrelevant It’s as if heaven sent us down to see if…

Blindfold-Hour 17

I have chosen to be blinded by you To color my perceptions with a will of want A will of wish, A will of neglect I dare not see who you really are It will scare me to see you in reality You who own…

When You Make a Wish

When you make a wish, Where does it go? Does it fly far away And come back as snow? Does it live among the daffodils, Daisies, and violets, Or does it rest within you heart And match its beat slow and silent? Does it go…