Sunday, October 25, 2009

Snare and Piano

1.
Cold Glass
tints of green and
brown
Sleepy eyes staring
at glossy wood.
Put your feet up
on the
rail;
relax.

Looking up,
checking the
mirror
amidst a crowd
you feel
safe.

Spin around
meeting the smiles
of a thousand
unknown
possibilities-
friends;
lovers.

Another round
another laugh
tapping the oak
a coaster
slapped down
cold
sweet
and sour.


2.
Keep fighting
the inkling
to be
a silent
observer.

Make a joke;
smile into the eyes
of a
beautiful
woman
or be a bastard
make an impression
start a fight
or
drown
within
yourself.

Sometimes
you need to be
your own
inspiration.
Make your
own
scene.

3.
Blue light
comes for
me.

The night
abandons.

The sun is
hot
on my trail.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sometimes you do need to be your own inspiration!!!! Lovely...

Christy said...

i really like the feel of this one. this. its lovely

Anonymous said...

Although I have read these before...I could not help but comment again. Your words cut through a feeling of your hope to be noticed, the silent observer. Waiting to be acknowleged by the woman across the room, an observer herself. I wonder if, when you are wrapped up in the abandon of your thoughts, you forget to breathe...
Tigra