I don’t
like moving
it’s just like dying
I don’t
like leaving
things behind
without me
I don’t
like cleaning
it’s like hospice
sitting or laying
and waiting for
me to move
Month: March 2018
Inspiration
I slept
with my
inspiration
Hope
fourteen days
ago. She’s not the
same as the others
as she’d promised me
Hope
is my muse
my inspiration
I shouldn’t have slept with
her.
Ideas
Ideas
sit at the
tip of my pen
smoldering like
my cigar burning
smoke and ash producing
nothing. Ideas sit at the tip bubbling
from the bottom of my glass like a rosy pink
champagne bubbles float upwards like promises
made in passion full of hope and feelings and producing
nothing.
.,;:?!
Found
at edges of
thought
these
marks
afford
peace
pause
to then
think free
again
Friends
We began
as bulldozers
backhoes and
graters
in a box
filled with
sand and
imagination
We found
ourselves
catching
each others’s
eye
at a dance
in a new
sandbox
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 