Dog Food
Sweltering, collapsing
mind ran ragged
fumbling forward to the manhole
endurance athlete
made by necessity
clearing the hurdles
by falling over them.
42
Cats
pillows
caffeine
or poetry—
After 27 years,
I still don’t know,
what is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?
Hour 16: Happy Ending
one’s happy ending is built upon
many, many more sad ends
for you, who now, stands on a pedestal
didn’t you lose your sleep to get there?
and the one who is revered by the crowds
didn’t they lose their right to act human?
you fell, you cried, got hurt, tried again
tears were the only warmth you received on cold, cold nights
yet now you are here, above it, above all
but didn’t you lose a part of yourself to be here at all?
your days of happiness is built upon many more
days of sadness, pain, loss, grief and despair
But why linger on that past now that you are finally here…
happy, content, serene… but are you?
Satellite
Home away from home,
perhaps a tad cliche but nothing if not accurate.
With the most incredible architecture & an unmatched ambience,
it’s no mystery why it’s the best getaway imaginable.
The alcove comes complete with delectable cuisine,
personal pods for unique consumption as you see fit,
& connectivity that has to be experienced to be believed.
When everything goes wrong, it’s always here.
When the world seems to be falling to pieces, it’s a comforting refuge for the weary and the indigent.
A single point of consistency in a perpetually changing world
with cartesian coordinates of 0000.
Long after we’re gone, it will remain for future generations to appreciate
but our perpetual, undying love & gratitude will remain long after the end of time & the
collapse of civilization. Thanks for being a light in a world fueled by darkness.
Can peace flood the earth? (hour 16)
Soon in not too distance future
peace will flood the earth
and the violence of now
and the violent now
will be erased
#4
Simple life
without technology.
Technology that hasn’t helped.
Some abuse it,
others don’t use it.
Is it worth the effort?
Does it help?
or only offer false hope.
Yes to Aesthetic, hour sixteen
Bent over my workbench at midnight,
painting, drawing, patiently marking down
small pieces of art, quietly cataloguing
all the silly things I do for art, for love,
for following money. The shop filled
with niche likes, the cheap art and
the many things I love and surrender
to be taken elsewhere. Impostor syndrome
whispers in my ear; will they ever care enough
to take my loved things, buy them and bring them home?
“The Good Thing In The Bad”
That turn out to be the good thing in the bad.
The situation’s a bit blurry,
We are both in a hurry,
At September misty morning,
You ain’t picking up at all.
I was left all alone.
No answers until October,
Just silence on entire November.
Sadness turns to madness back then I often question.
But seeing you now after a these months makes me understand the reason.
You turn out to be a totally different person,
So am I.
Way better than the one you met before.
And that turn out to be light in that situation.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour13, Text Prompt13
Ars Poetica
A poem is a vessel, a vase,
a place to store heartache and
clarity. A poem simply is.
Can it be free from judgment?
A poem is a hot breeze in August.
It’s the end of summer. It’s wanting
to burn the Old World and
replace it with compassion. A poem
is an aneurysm. As much as
I’ve written that, it never gets
easier. It’s mourning your soul mate
except that your soul mate was a dog.
It’s as hard as breathing. It’s a cut
Deep, through flesh on your thigh.
It’s the hesitation. It’s a promise.
It’s the desire to do it again. It’s
a pull. It’s the clatter of dirty
spoons waiting for the fog to clear.
A poem is the Thing with Feathers.
Thank you, Emily.