Sometimes, sleep is a 4-letter word.
Monthly Archives: July 2016
Another Hand
Another hand,
Laying down its weight,
Adding a stack
To the too-full plate.
Another task,
Small and yet bold,
Ignoring the max
That the table can hold.
A Trivial Pursuit
SUBCONSCIOUS MIND: “Silence is rest the. Thee follow I-”
CONSCIOUS MIND: -What the…? You ok?
SM: “I have not been well. I am confused by shadows.”
CM: Hamlet backwards… and is that from Man of la Mancha?
SM: “It is possible I knew you once. I do not remember.”
CM: You can stop now. I’m-
SM: “-a lumberjack, and I’m ok-”
CM: NO!
SM: “No, no, no – no. I’m Jane.”
CM: No more quoting! I mean it!
SM: “Anybody want a peanut?”
CM: “Aaaah!”
They Called It a Flame
They called it a flame.
I saw only darkness,
A cold, blackened void
No oxygen, tinder, or spark
Still, they told me to guard it,
To feed it. To nurture
That imagined thing in the dark.
That warm, fiery glow
In a night left unlit,
That flicker unseen
In a place without wind.
Heat unfelt, unobtainable
Insubstantial, unreal:
How can you protect
What you can’t even feel?
Already Fading
Consuming
Like a feeling so strong
The world fades
Compulsion
A hook caught in flesh until
Resistance is painful
Exhausting
As years of experiences are
Drawn through you
Escape
All the thrills and excitement of living
Separate from personal cares
Fleeting
Taking a moment, hours, forever:
Over too soon.
