Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Personal dust

 
My attempt at
long term memory,
is standing on tip toes
& stretching so far
to reach,
it actually hurts,
only to find
the high shelf
empty
of all but dust,
just to make sure tho,
a step stool is gotten
in order to see
that dust
personally,
because
there must be
a
trap door

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Looking at how

Considering
my weak spots,
I thought the most
being too much
patience.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Is it all in place?


Worrying about
lights,
windows,
keys & locks

stressing thru
florescent lights,
counting
how much change
I’ve got,
whether ten cents
more for
organic bananas
will make
or break
a less than ideal
grocery list

trying
not to listen
as the pain gnawing
the bottom
of my guts away
screams
to the top
of my lungs
to say
it will never
stop

keeping track to
remember
if
the floor
got swept today,
how many dishes
are left in the sink,
is it recycling day
or trash day,
did the mail get
brought in
& how about
the grit
in
the microwave
& the polish
on
the black stove

even tho
no matter
how clean they’re
kept
one day they’ll
burn out
either way.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

A compliment, even

Surrounded
by night
&
the shine
of false bright
from the beam
of headlights
as I trod the sidewalk
back home,
I heard calls broken
from w/in
windows
to guise identity,
unless I paused
to peer inside,
but
on coming
&
on looking
received
no response,
as if an invisible barrier
stood between
my feet
&
their confusion

like it’s a requirement
to react
when they slow down
just
to yell
out of a window.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016