Percival

RDP Tuesday: SCRAP

 

Bits and pieces from my life

before it was mine to live

hanging from a branch on a dying tree

spit here the commercial says

and

you can watch it come back to life and live!

 

I guess you could say I’m haunted by the past

by those names and dates and faces

but to be fair I have become aware

that maybe

I haunted Percival’s future.

Percival Godfrey

 

 

 

The Best Day Ever

 

The roaring in her ears finally stopped

and now

 she could hear music, her favorite

she heard Mozart.

 

The constant jostling and pulling and stretching stopped too

she didn’t have to run she could rest right where she was

at last she could take a deep breath and savor it.

Now she could smell the flowers, she could close her eyes

she could smile

because now

she was and will always be

The Beautiful Cadaver.

 

RDP Monday: SERENE

Dust Bunnies Take You!

RDP Monday: FUSTY

Used kisses

over used promises

the same old tales of passion

repeated mindlessly in a haze of cigarette smoke.

 

Over played love songs

from the 60’s

they use them to sell cars and yogurt now.

 

Fusty valentine sentiments

printed on faded paper and rotting under the refrigerator

the cemetery of lost memories.

My Clock With Broken Hands

RDP Friday: TRANSITION

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From an embrace to a kiss

then

to muscle and bone

to a beating heart to fingers to a spinal column

a Galaxy of promise waiting to be born.

 

To a student, to a traveler to defeat and despair

to the good days when the air smells good

 and my  face hurts from laughing.

 

From heartbeat to pulse

am I just a collection of moments  wrapped in  skin?

 

From sleeping to dreaming to waking

my clock with broken hands  tries to keep time

and it will, like it’s supposed to

until

it

just

stops.