Posts tagged ‘alone’

March 11, 2016

walking the dale at lunch

Stepping through tall blonde prairie grass
I leave one modern world quickly behind,
busy it buzzes & calls in sirens & hums,
lost out here on my own, biding my time.

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September 30, 2015

Natural Solitude

on an island of my own
staring straight into the sun
no fears are accounted for
with this nature i am one

November 14, 2014

Theatre Our Selves

What play to our mirrors
Coming to for our peers
Gains a perfect little show
Moved to smiles and tears.

We cannot drop this act
Because of love- the fact:
That we are truly ourselves
Only inside of our house.

September 4, 2014

Oh, what a night

This lonely night,
as I scrub clean the soiled dishes.

Wet hands, same the front of my day-old shirt;
dinged pale, blotched, and loose.

Nothing in its place;
bottles falling,
corners catching everything,
dirt sticking to the floor,
as the cat meows an indecipherable slight.

All of this would be impossible if it were tried.

Still, stifling hot,
inside;
humid as the night goes on,
out there
sits a lonely parking lot.

There is no relief, save for another extreme; Midwest seasons.

-We know, we know.

Small things noticed under skin,
this sliver- this time, sharp and razor thin.

Walking into this empty living room
the radio addresses the score loudly.

Fans cheer,
announcers describe.
Sitting on the couch I put my feet up,
and sink in.

Oh, what a night.

August 16, 2014

Empty Space Saturday

This place

desolate, bleak,

empty-

skeletons stood upright to

prove

a structural form.

 

Watching

the paint on the walls grow old,

 

hearing

thud: heart-beating,

below skin.

 

Times,

follow the second hand’s tick-

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

 

sound of a knife-

slice.

 

Ding of the elevator; on a far off floor,

maybe the moon-

these distant lands…

 

Not for you.

 

Sit down, not quite at home-

comfortable,

this place is haunted too;

 

with:

dead memories

dust

and pasts assumed.

 

The surrounding silence marks the language lacking.

 

Hunched on rowed stacks,

far towards the back.

 

-Can’t see.

 

And you thought you were the only one

Sit and think until punch clock strikes: done.