Poetry

Now and Then

___________

I feel impatient in this phase of life, as if waiting for nothing. All the space between now and then seems vast, a black hole that color can’t even seem to blast. My mind writes in simple rhymes, ignoring recklessness….

Shadow

____________

Standing in the middle of a crowd, in the middle of this city, I feel like a simple shadow. Glanced at, barely recognizable, indistinguishable, a walk by, a dot, something so unimportant, each glance is inadvisable…

City Life

___________

My week has come to this. As I stare down the silver can of red bull, waiting for the sugar, taurine, caffeine and vitamins to hit my system and give me promised wings, I sigh. Life is not supposed to be this way…

Bug in Your ear

____________

Oh I wish I was a bug in your ear, to buzz around your head, to listen to what you hear, to get lost in your thoughts. To marvel with you at that piece you just bought. I just sit here and stare, at how you cross the street…

Not a Morning Person

____________

I’m sorry to anyone who has to deal with me in the mornings. After two cups of coffee, I’m still sleepy eyed and tongue tied… even more then normal. All you bushy eyed, wide smile, cheerful morning people say, “Friend! The sun is hope! …….