He too
It’s a Brave new world
for those
with the guts to navigate it
Nod
Gritty eyes and cotton mouth
Ache when soft rain patterns
Past the steel skin and windows,
Bus coughing tired fumes to
An equally worn sky.
And we’re all nodding to the tune
Of stop and go, stumble and yawn
To a cool blue monochromatic theme.
Heads loll on shoulders, spines slump
And the rain softly streams,
My head dips, and I dream.
All The Colors [Prompt 21]
- It was me!
All the colors …
All the pain;
All the blood, tears and laughter.
The Artist saw me,
through and through …
Who was this man?
or woman?
The name on the art…
only had initials.
Was it that day?
The day in the Park?
When I let my soul bleed …
my heart dream …
my wounds be visible,
to only the artist who could see?
He or she captured that summer day;
when the yellow shone in my red locks.
Or do I just see me …
As the artist intended?
Does every patron see himself?
Herself?
Artists create life …
or do we create the artists?
Haiku- Hour 17
Dismal 1am
A cold, strong coffee writing
at the old notebook
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 get on and off, more germs.
My mind wanders.
The seat I sit on, who was here before me?
Breathing becomes harder, my palms sweat.
I rock back and forth.
Let the bus move me.
Hearing everything in triplicate.
And then boom.
19~13
Lie
down under the moon
Can
you feel yourself changing?
Throw
clothes off then grow furry
Pee
marks your territory
Dandelion
A.
Dandelion.
Yellow blossom.
White seeds with wings.
Wishflower.
B.
Dandelion orb
Seeds fly to find fertile ground
Determined to live
C.
They call you a weed.
Telltale yellow face in grass.
Dandelion grin.
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.
19~12
See Real
Ingredients blend
Whole modified freshness
Yellow contains
Traces of questions
Distributed acids
Provide battle protection