Photo A.M. Moscoso
The trees are gone
and everything green
the grasses, the flowers, the vicious weeds.
Murdered by machine
buried in sand
nothing is left
but the ruins of man
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Daily Addictions Prompt: Spoil
Ruins Of Man
Day: October 18, 2018
There Was A Bite In The Air
I was out taking pictures of my dog- you know, me and Hamish will never be Instagram stars but who cares? Anyway, I was out taking pictures of him and he wasn’t into it so I just clicked a few off and let it go.
It was a great fall day and we had better things to do.
Later I was going over the half dozen pictures I took when I remembered the biggest issue I had is that he wouldn’t look at me.
I went back and found this one, which is the one that sort of summed up all of them.
My normally good natured and somewhat goofy dog was looking up and over my shoulder.
In every single onehe looked deadly serious- it’s in his eyes.
I wonder what he was looking at on that first day the leaves started to die and fall from the trees and there was a bite in the air.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Let Us Prey
The thing about saying grace is that anyone can say them-anyone.
I’ve learned prayers
to protect me from the dead
to chase away evil
to forgive my sins.
I’ve said grace
over meals
before journeys
before I fall asleep.
I sang those prayers
raged those prayers
obediently
past gritted teeth
through my darkness
every single day.
So who will stand over me
after I’ve died
and ask that I sleep
forever
God let it be
forever
will they prey that I do not rise
and that I never walk again.
Daily Addictions: Grace
The Magic Bottles
In a locker
where I work
are rows of bottles
that will give you back your looks.
They’ll make you look radiant
they’ll improve your skin
each little bottle
will make you live again.
So I will choose one with care
and feed it to you with ease
because
each little bottle
will
make you immortal
until
I turn off the lights
and gently
close
your
lid.
Inktober: Bottle