One of Those Days (2020)
the phone rings:
i shriek,
my heart skips a beat
the doorbell rings:
i’m on the floor
crying in despair
“who could it be?
i don’t know anybody!
i don’t even know myself!”
the phone rings:
i shriek,
my heart skips a beat
the doorbell rings:
i’m on the floor
crying in despair
“who could it be?
i don’t know anybody!
i don’t even know myself!”
melting ice
drips
lonely thoughts
grasping my coat sleeve
you tell me:
“seasons change
pain is transitory”
i hesitate,
pause,
smile slightly
the sound of
melting ice…
lingers
in the air
I stole a woman’s poetry
and ran through the streets
screaming:
“it’s mine! it’s mine!
I can write from the female perspective!”
The world cheered
and threw money
in my direction.
I basked in the glow
of effervescent adoration.
I reach for a rock
to keep
from drowning
amongst the crashing
waves
I fall into
the
murky depths,
swallowing my
poison
I sink lower and
lower…
I reject the words
of despair,
ennui
apathy,
words of abandonment,
words that smother
and drown
a searching soul
I reject the words
of death,
dejection
depression,
words that trick
and deceive
if I could scream
with meaning
a sound of fury,
a roar of
significance
but
I can’t
passion has
slipped away
If I lost my memory
I would be free
I would be at peace,
I would have no past
no history to haunt me,
no regrets
no heartbreaks
I would be over you,
no remembrances
to torment me,
no restless nights
no nightmares
If I lost my memory
I would be free…
You were screaming
at an imaginary friend
who was screwing
your imaginary woman,
as the insects on the floor
cleaned the garbage
I got down to business.
“To define the purpose
of our existence…”
The floor parted
sending my audience
into the depths of
oblivion.
ice immerses
the earth
in a frozen
sheet
of glass
I miss the sun
I pursue the sun
I crave the sun
I seek the sun
frustrated with
loss and my
lack of direction
I ask the gurus…
Walking through the park
staring at Mother Nature’s art,
enjoying the feeling of
being alone in a crowd.
That beautiful feeling vanishes
as a weirdo walks up to me and
breathes stinkingly into my sensitive nostrils.
“I’ll give you a quarter for a cigarette.”
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, unemployed,
guess I’ll go downtown answer this ad:
“Humans needed for government experiments. Pays well.”
…strange they didn’t mention the trip to hell.
They pump me with drugs and stuff
and tell me I’m a credit to the nation.,
“Our scientists need someone to test this out,
open your mouth, stick out your arm,
run through the maze…”
There’s a hippie
at the laundromat
shouting:
“Peace to shirts!
Peace to pants!
Peace to socks!
Peace to undies!”
well
not really
Your creaky steps
creep closer to
my chamber door,
past my books
of solitude
clothed in their
dusty spines
The candles are lit,
the fragile flame
could be extinguished
with the breath
of the wind
Is that you, Macduff?