The facts of fiction
Heavily researched
Weighed through a straw
Sipping through
National parks with vistas
Reaching beyond
A wide angle lens
Like grey wolves
Somehow you missed me
You’ve cruised my body
River rafted natural beauty
Poisoned my floor
Somehow you missed
My primal cry
Climbing snow-capped
Mountains majestic
Picture perfect
I’m ready for my close up
Somehow you missed
My melting tears
A rescue inhaler
Frameless picture
My cluster
has gone dark, not
even a spark firing
in the endless bog
It would be crazy simple
if a cure could
be found
so I don’t wander these
roads alone
But that would be $
in this day and age
so I will probably be
condemned to journey.
Drummer girl
I used to love your
Star hair
I used to love your
Jokey smile
Then I realized
You did not occupy
That pedestal so well.
Nobody much
came to the funeral,
the world outside
took on a quiet buzz,
the volume turned down.
We promised to bring
a fruit tray from the grocer
because we did know
what else to do.
I found
A city on your chin
And tried
To remove it
But did not have
The heart to displace
All the people.
I traveled
around the river she
carved in between us.
I found my way
around, only to look back
and see the bridge
I’d never noticed.
Which allowed me to run
back quickly.
I was once younger
but still too old
I was once a dream
and hope, then a wisp
I was once a window
then became a closed
door.
I am happy to report
You will be happy to know
All is still working properly
The train is whistling
Right now and again today
My heart is beating
The apparatus we used
To prop up existence
Acts again in play
A steady chugging
Conscience unfolds.
She was beautiful
So blue and green
Within the starry skies
She’d dance and preen.
Then Man came to live within her
And she cried with joy
So flattered with attention
Her flowers blossomed
And leafy trees bloomed
But soon Man decided that she just wasn’t modern
So he dressed her up
In buildings
Made up her face
In neon lights
She was eager to please
And let him have his way
But then he complained
“I don’t even recognize you anymore, you’ve really let yourself go, or I can’t live here anymore”
She cried acid rain tears of pollution
For she’d tried so hard
Given the best years of her life
Only to be rejected.
She knew something had to change
So she steeled herself against him
And decided it was Time
For another Ice Age.
It’s in the …
between names, places
It’s the hanging …
That moment when
nothing is certain
and everyone waits.