Lovers
We are creatures of the moon
We are reflections of Being
Ghosts of sorrow
And our world a tale of love
And reality a theatre play
And the end never comes
because we are
Creatures of the moon
Hour Six
Moving
This year, we have been unable to move,
To travel, explore, visit friends and family,
Stick to your own back yard, we are told,
Stay home, stay local, stay safe.
But, get outside, we’re also told,
Exercise, enjoy the fresh air,
So down to the seafront, I wander,
For a stroll or amble, or meander.
Sometimes a fast pace,
Marching along the promenade,
Sometimes slow, to admire the scenery,
Watching the tide draw in, or out.
As the sea breeze picks up,
I pass pier and bandstand,
Families and lone joggers,
Enjoying the evening air.
In this seaside town, I’m glad to call home,
I’ll just keep putting one step
In front of the other,
Till I reach my journey’s end.
Hour 6 – My Favorite Hellsite
Open t.
New nonsense, get your new nonsense!
Animals are cute and stupid.
The caption makes this so much worse.
An ad that calls me fat.
Incorrect anime quotes.
Ha ha, I do that!
Holy cow, someone drew that?!
Incomprehensible humor.
Fandoms I only know as gifs.
Ads composed of random letters.
Social movements in South America.
Close t.
Open t.
Useless Venn diagrams.
Supernatural is trending again.
The world’s on fire.
Twenty ads for the same mobile game.
I can’t pay my medical bills, here’s my Venmo.
Oooh, new eldritch horror just dropped.
Who on earth made this a song?
Close t.
Open t.
Same posts as 5 seconds ago.
Close t.
Open t.
Really? Do you not have object permanence?
Close t.
Notification!
Open t.
It’s another porn bot.
Block and close t.
Open t.
Callout post is actually so problematic.
I didn’t check the url (one-time-i-dreamt)
The screenshotted tweets are rarely in light mode.
Anon ask is unclear if it is praise or a threat.
Brain rot.
Fun history fact!
Fuck late stage capitalism.
More brain rot.
Definitely made-up history fact.
New slang you will never use.
Close t.
Time capsule
Matte images on printed paper
Memories of a lifetime
Decades past
Notebooks and pages crumpled and worn
Words, barely legible
Scribbled furiously
So many emotions
Smiles and tears
Courage to thrive
In spite many fears
Trojan object *- hour 5
You know there is light, legit and honorary, shining. In the same wave, there is light, legit and honorary, deafening.
Beyond the tactile and the projectile, there is a faith that light is attracted to light. A quasi-satellite of it leaves deep craters of belief enshrined in light.
It often looks like a hole that is both reflective and penetrative. You could walk through it or see yourself in it, depending on your locus .
Either way, you know it is light alright.
*A smaller celestial object that shares its orbit with a larger celestial object
These Old Shoes – hour 6
These old shoes
they’ve felt the road
a cobbled path
the cold winds blowed
afore and aft
on a bridge I once trode.
A scuff here and there
from a trip down some stairs
and a hole in the sole
tells how long I did go.
The laces, so worn
a cobbler would scorn
and berate me
still, up hill and down
sometimes with a frown
you could see on my shoes’
tired faces.
A smile, I’d see
when I set those soles free
a dip in the pool
beats the races.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21
Bare Feet
Walking barefoot on the wet grass
Once upon the evening
The rain like broken glass
It shatters upon the blades
as if they were rocks
The day slowly fades
The world smells of earth
of rain and ozone
The day to night giving birth
The wetness invites me
to stay a bit longer
As the clouds parted with glee
The ocean of stars awake
putting on a show
What sweet dreams they make
A lonely step a bit closer
further from my realm
Midnights best composer
All things to love must end
back to the stage
To those I call friend
Until the next time we meet
my love the rain
I shall cover my bare feet
As We All Know
Ambling on, down by the trenches
Needing a sign to relieve me
Of these aches and pains
Climbing and wiggling in my legs
A realization I’m not ready to call
Although I convoy an escort
Who seems to be very annoying
But I knew that,
Escorting her will be a lot better
Then finding her when she’s lost.
At one time,
She told me to saunter out of her presence
And I wanted to take a hike
But she apologized
And I realized,
It doesn’t matter anyway
As long as we keep strolling
On and on
Wending our way in the wilderness
And so we continued.
As we all know
I am a keeper
My brother’s keeper
I mean my sister’s keeper.
Hour 5: The Ancestors
Time capsule enlightens my mind
Memories that faded
Emerges to the surface
Letter from the ancestors
Prediction about the current situation
The ancestors had reminded us
But, we unintentionally neglected the advise
The world was not okay, and even worse now
The ancestors expected us to nurture the earth
Instead, greedy people exploit it
Is it too late,
too late to fix everything,
now everything is in chaos,
Oh the ancestors, is it too late?