Fleeting Fly-aways
on
Midnight Highways.
-----
Patches of shade where
the clouds stand,
trees waving to the
breeze, the sun keeps
me warm enough I
can enjoy the crips
Fall air.
-----
Frosty toes
starry night
cold hands
warm heart
-----
Fall
leaves come
falling down.
"Please don't leaf,"
I whisper to
the golden
papers dancing
through the
sky.
Monday, September 26, 2016
from p.1 on Mon., 9/26
slipping slowly by it
goes on forever. I hate
this, 7 more hours. Then
5 more. I feel time
crushing me, things to
do. But then I set
time free, it's all okay.
-----
Where'd all the
money go?
clap clap clap
It's all gone now
in one flashy show.
clap clap clap
Where'd the money go?
Mom's not going to be
happy.
-----
Heart pounding,
hands wiped on jeans,
seven words balanced
on the tip of the tongue,
but all that comes is
"bye."
-----
Gray sky filters
through
fall gold
leaves above my
head
as my feet go numb
in the creek below.
goes on forever. I hate
this, 7 more hours. Then
5 more. I feel time
crushing me, things to
do. But then I set
time free, it's all okay.
-----
Where'd all the
money go?
clap clap clap
It's all gone now
in one flashy show.
clap clap clap
Where'd the money go?
Mom's not going to be
happy.
-----
Heart pounding,
hands wiped on jeans,
seven words balanced
on the tip of the tongue,
but all that comes is
"bye."
-----
Gray sky filters
through
fall gold
leaves above my
head
as my feet go numb
in the creek below.
Monday, September 19, 2016
from p.1 and 4 on Mon., 9/19
You reach for me,
I reach for him.
Nothing comes of anything.
We both wake up alone!
-----
Red waterfalls
Red Water Falls
-----
White walls,
plastic chairs,
laughing clock,
broken hands.
-----
lights, piano, a man
waving his hands
in cut-time. Notes flying
off the page. Sound
waves bouncing off
the wall. Words being
said with long breaths.
I reach for him.
Nothing comes of anything.
We both wake up alone!
-----
Red waterfalls
Red Water Falls
-----
White walls,
plastic chairs,
laughing clock,
broken hands.
-----
lights, piano, a man
waving his hands
in cut-time. Notes flying
off the page. Sound
waves bouncing off
the wall. Words being
said with long breaths.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
from p.4 on 9/12
A kiss shared
between
peanut butter and jelly
under the blankets
of bread.
-----
Blood flowing from
a young child's lip
smeared across his face.
Desperately with a damp
towel in hand, I try to undo
what his older brother
had done.
-----
As the faded blues
and dark puprles of
the sky slowly light up,
they walk onto the stage.
Bass pulses in my chest.
The screaming guitar,
edgy vocals, invade my ears.
I let out a screech of wonder.
between
peanut butter and jelly
under the blankets
of bread.
-----
Blood flowing from
a young child's lip
smeared across his face.
Desperately with a damp
towel in hand, I try to undo
what his older brother
had done.
-----
As the faded blues
and dark puprles of
the sky slowly light up,
they walk onto the stage.
Bass pulses in my chest.
The screaming guitar,
edgy vocals, invade my ears.
I let out a screech of wonder.
from p.1 on 9/12
Rocks protruding from
the ground just like
blades. Red sandstone.
The sunset casting
a shadow while the
sky is on fire.
The green trees
and forest surrounding
the rocks like cliffs
climbing above a
green sea.
-----
Light burned into
freshly opened eyes.
My mother tugged at
my injured leg.
Rolled over, growning
in pain.
"You've been asleep for
14 hours!"
I hadn't.
I went to bed at 4am.
-----
Eyes closed.
Drifting.
Images appear.
Strange games,
Familiar poeple.
Uncomfortable.
Their lips meet.
My smile falls.
-----
The river rages below,
knuckles white as they
grip the railing. The caws
of birds echo off the
landscape.
the ground just like
blades. Red sandstone.
The sunset casting
a shadow while the
sky is on fire.
The green trees
and forest surrounding
the rocks like cliffs
climbing above a
green sea.
-----
Light burned into
freshly opened eyes.
My mother tugged at
my injured leg.
Rolled over, growning
in pain.
"You've been asleep for
14 hours!"
I hadn't.
I went to bed at 4am.
-----
Eyes closed.
Drifting.
Images appear.
Strange games,
Familiar poeple.
Uncomfortable.
Their lips meet.
My smile falls.
-----
The river rages below,
knuckles white as they
grip the railing. The caws
of birds echo off the
landscape.
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