Musing

god
left his writings
here
for you
to take home
now isn’t it
a wonder
you’ve forgotten them
already?

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry

The End of an Era

this isn’t what I thought
sought
after days
on the beach,
shining like a ruby red throne
would be like.
and not,
like my own two eyes see
same sided figures
twirling
counter
clockwise.

This room sits
on an empty car lot
(well, I think so)
bare
walls stripped of dignity
and it reminds me
of myself
so cut off
so abruptly
like a severed head
I did not even have time
to scream;
and yet,
somehow
the date they gave me
was never really
as acurate
as
people said it seemed.

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry

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On Getting Used to Denial

I should be living under the floors
spending my days under an array canopy of boards
and creaking bones of the house.
I can see a man on the other side of the
underbelly
of this house
and he smiles
even though there is nothing to be
happy
about,
and the days I count,
he does not count the days
I count the days
that wait until I get out.
He has tried to assure me that
the smell of must is likened to a cologne
and the putrid smell of gasoline
is merely smoke
from our breaths,
and he is trying to teach me
that the people like their lives
above ground
and I wonder,
if he’s right.

Sunlight days
I went out
I saw pastel hummingbirds
speaking in French,
and I was,
undeniably,
insane.

the clouds were now
filling up the daylight
and there was only a
Raven
to caw out into the street
when it was least convenient,
brushing his grease shining feathers against the
brackish sky
yet seeing me
smiling,
I walked,
step by step

each foot carrying it’s own message
to the childhood I was promised
to the life I promised myself
growing up
without the help of strangers
or a guiding smile,
to keep me tied down for a while.

Copyright 2014 Golden Star Poetry