1:00pm-10:30pm

Wind, grey and rain.

Will this be the same?

First time.

Sun shine.

Calm and light.

Loss of fright.

Energy, eneRGY, ENERGY.

Cold and dark.

Time to part.

Sit and ponder

Mind a wander.

Lips to cheek.

Knees are weak.

Left hand.

Stand alone.

......Alone at home.

Bus Rides

A blade of grass grows

and no one knows it ever existed.

In a vast sea of green

Most likely it will never be seen.

And though no one cares for this single blade

It was still there.

Though, I think it's still fair to say

It's existence was inconsequential

It will have a good life but with limited potential

Simply a part, but at least a part of something

And that's all anyone can hope for.

Older - Should all over myself

Sit.

Waiting, worried faces,

The hum of fluorescent lights.

What time is it?

Time to keep sitting.

Hopefully just visiting.

Not a single clock in sight

Time doesn’t matter

Not in times like this.

Sit…….

Think….

Too much for now..

I need a drink……

People come and go

Off to another department

Test,

Test,

Test…..

Worried,

Waiting,

Confused…..

Breathe in…..Breathe out…..

Try not to think about……….it-

IT- THIS THAT THE OTHER!

The other…..

Called name

Share worried gaze.

Walk past people

Indifferent face

Taken to another place

Waiting,

Now alone…

I want to be home….

Snuggle in bed….

No need for negative news…

Wait,

Wait,

Wait…..

Older - Not sure when

On the corner stands a man,
A squeegee in hand, he waits.
Running to cars and people that come by.
Very few even noticing he's alive
Until he is right before.
Look right through him or perhaps just passed.
pretending it is nothing more.

A man with tattered clothes, with perhaps the same tattered dreams as I.
A disposition too calm for the appearance radiated.
His harsh beard and scared face
The piercing blue eyes behind the shadow of darkness,
are in stark contrast with the grace and gentleness of his speech.

Unsure if my reality crosses with his.
If he boarders on the plane of insanity or confusion.
I don't see delusion in his eyes,
Perhaps only the delusion that there lies beauty in what to me seems desolate.

The sun pours out from a crack in the clouds.
Though to me insignificant, his eyes dart.
Mine follow.
As he walks to catch it, like a butterfly flying just out of reach
a car drives by
I lose focus and then he is gone

Second Hand

My brain hurt so I pulled it out my ear to check.

It seemed fine.

But when it came time to put it back.

It was no where I could see.

This has already happened to me.

Last time I found it inside my shoe.

This time it was time it was in there too.

My bathing suite was in my astronaut suite.

But why?

I don't remember doing that.

Once I was knocked so hard

I flew out really far.

I hit a planet.

And damn it, it was hard to get home.

I've painted sunshine inside my eye lids.

I can't sleep.

But I don't really mind.

All of a sudden I have so much time.

And now I see

It's all made of origami.

Everything is so confusing, but easily explainable.

Just need to think.

Just need to.

Just needs.

Just.

Ice please.