Soldier
October 17th 2021
I’ve been feeling strange lately, sitting idly,
deranged in my estranged venue,
my avenue, towards all I thought I knew.\
But the chicken flew over the coop, right on cue.
They all stepped into line, right on cue.
And I looked to you,
I looked right at you.
So you looked away,
Straying your eyes from the page, for just a second.
And a second was all they needed,
As we all receded, back into line.
The Traveler
September 28th, 2021
Find your compass along the far wall,
Run your fingers along it’s edges,
Do you feel the ridges, the nicks and its gentle kisses?
It tells you to go east and that’s the least of your worries,
You’re in a hurry, scurrying down the slope,
Hoping to cope, hoping you don’t choke on your way in.
You shimmy, your slim body dangling from the sides,
You slip down and skin your knees, your wrists, your thighs.
Please, no one’s skinned their knees better than these, you think hopefully.
Your mind wanders to the outskirts,
You’ve got little in words, little in curses. You now feel worthless.
The verses reverses,
Rewind, we’ve gone back in time, the timer chimes, and here we are!
We haven’t gotten very far,
Yet your knees aren’t skinned their scarred.
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