When I ride the bus
or I am out walking my dog
when I’m on the train
and going no where
in particular at all
I like to watch people
I like to take their faces into my head
inch by inch
I can take my time
because they are on their phones
trapped in a screen
unable to look up and away
I can steal their expressions, collect their hands, shoulders, their eyes
put them in my memory to be devoured
at a later time
a story or a poem .
When I am out
loose and invisible in a sleeping world
I feel like a gargoyle
on a wall.
Here I am.
Shall we begin….
Once upon a time.
but not for the first time
it happens more often then you would think
someone committed suicide
in the cemetery where I worked.
I think that when that happens
it is so loud
it wakes the dead
and when the dead open their eyes and realize what has happened
it makes them sad.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
We need balance
in what we eat
what we wear
what we read
and how we conduct ourselves
in a Universe that demands
for our survival.
Why is it then
that the ground under my feet
and the thoughts in my head
careen from one place to another
and never make sense.
Why do you hate me so, avoid me at every turn, never answer my call
will we ever be friends?
Will I ever know you
RDP Tuesday: balance
A lover’s quarrel is happening under my skin
my bones are fighting with each other again.
They grind and grate they get on each other’s nerves
they yell obscenities at my muscles when they ask, ” Hey dudes seriously, what’s up?”
“You aren’t working with us, you aren’t working for her
all you do is snap, crackle and pop like a bowl of kid’s cereal.”
My bones won’t justify that with a reply
they’re caught in their own world
they don’t care what anyone says.
They’ll stay together forever
they don’t really know why
it’s a grind, it ‘s a pain
being locked together
under my skin.
RDP Tuesday: crepitus
ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew
or thought I knew
visit me when I sleep.
These phantoms drive the nightmares
that visit me, that haunt me, that call the endless twilight in my head home
Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses brought to life again now live in the daylight
in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor
Murder, mayhem, maybe
yesterday I dug a grave for
to loud, to obvious, so common
every spade of earth
raked and turned with care and joy
yesterday’s dream is ready for the wake
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery
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Her dreams of Olympus
of dwelling among the Gods and Goddesses
ended on a road
where she watches the world race by
from her window
and the indifferent world sounds like a pride of lions hungrily, passionately
taking down it’s prey.
She keeps her dreams of Olympus
inked in a books with a shaky hand
she leaves beside
many half drunk glasses of wine and pictures of a life
greedily, licentiously, devoured
a once corpulent
RDP Thursday – CORPULENT