Mental Blips #16 - Employ

An hour creeps past.
I can't help but keep checking.
I should sweep the floor.

Poems and Prose #161 - Sequence

I walk to the edge
of the room and turn,
reassessing the scant
few things I've learned.

Now I lean,
my next steps discerned,
and I walk to the edge
of the room and turn.

Making Something Something Again

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Poems and Prose #160 - Gobi

The desert wind
slaps my face,
as hot sand granules
sting me like mace.

Standing in this
alien place,
I glance at my footprints
as they're slowly erased.

Now I kneel down
into the sun's grim embrace,
and start digging a hole
for myself, just in case.

Poems and Prose #159 - Edged

Floating in
a gooey slop,
I wildly flail.

Past the surface,
I see silhouettes
converging,
until the light
dims to blackness.

My heart hastens
as I drift
in some direction
I can't ascertain,
my arms akimbo
in a gesture
of obscenity.

Poems and Prose #158 - Horizon

Marching towards
a rigid slab,
I reread the list
of things I have.

Now I kneel,
my journey halved,
crumpling the paper
I'd hastily grabbed.

Scattered Pixels #3