Saturday, March 12, 2016

Poems and Prose #136 - Ribboned

Absurdities accrue,
black transforming into blue,
then to black,
and back again to blue,
as I let the talking heads
tell me, one more time,
what's true.

Just here,
I feel a dent in my shoe,
and look down to see
a hardened mass of brown goo,
oddly, suddenly missing
the glistening of
this morning's dew.

Poems and Prose #135 - Face

Through the window,
moonlight blares,
along with haughty
glances and stares.

I pace the carpet
and poke at the air,
my inner mommy-dear
laid bare.

Surely it'll be better
just over there,
in a different room,
in a different chair.